Your crowd submerges me, it makes me wish
I was not here, but I am safe
you will not untie me, I should feel safe
but I am insane, your crowd shouts words
I will never get, my seven lives
my chains to the backdrop, your crowd
submerges me, It makes me wish
I was not here, but I am safe
I never meant to care

I know that my profile will be serene
in the nroth of an unreflecting sky.
Mercury of vigil, chaste mirror
to break the pulse of my style.

For if ivy and the cool of linen
are the norm of the body I leave behind,
my profile in the sand will be the old
unblushing silence of a crocodile.

And though my tongue of frozen doves
will never taste of flame,
only of empty broom.

I'll be a free sign of oppressed norms
on the neck of the stiff branch
and in teh ache of dahlias without end.

The cuckoo-throb, the heartbeat of the Spring;
The rosebud’s blush that leaves it as it grows
Into the full-eyed fair unblushing rose;
The summer clouds that visit every wing
With fires of sunrise and of sunsetting;
The furtive flickering streams to light re-born
’Mid airs new-fledged and valorous lusts of morn,
While all the daughters of the daybreak sing:—

These ardour loves, and memory: and when flown
All joys, and through dark forest-boughs in flight
The wind swoops onward brandishing the light,
Even yet the rose-tree’s verdure left alone
Will flush all ruddy though the rose be gone;
With ditties and with dirges infinite.

The sky above them
     was painted
an intense silky black,
as if it were a bridge spanning
uncharted darkened rivers --
arching across unexplored
separate distant horizons
Casting an uncommon spell;
seizing hallowed heartbeats,
exhaling bated breaths

Two boundless souls
   collide unbidden,
like lightening splits
the unblushing silence
     deep within
Cleansing the darkest
hues of melancholy
with the gentle touch
     of velvet rain

For they had walked
the longest mile
in another's shoes,
unknowingly,
alone together
between the telling
     poesy lines

Swimming blindly
where  tempest
currents thrive untamed
Harvesting the bounty
of another soul’s
deepest ocean tides

Overflowing beyond
the heart’s hidden music
where the softest touch
of kindness abides
Plucked harp stings
rejoice in the harmony
uttering anthems of an
unspoken dawning light


wild is the wind ... November 1st, 2016

Alone on her bed
She's sweating profusely
Is that a dream
As she almost bounced on bed.
She can't resist smiling unblushing
Its almost the dawn
She got up and went to the washroom !
The day when they met
She told everything .
He smiled with no care as saying "are you crazy !"
But she has a firm belief anyways.
She went to the Gyno immediately.
And,the miracle is there
She has conceived.
Her heart is bouncing with joy mix of passion & illusion.
Its evening the twilight is glowing more than ever.
She knocked the door
"Who's there?"
"Your Sweetheart"she replied.
"Am I dreaming!" the voice came while opening the door.
No honey today I gonna feel you "Heaven on Earth"!
"Oh really".....he exclaimed.
"Come on baby
Make me mad."-25.10.2015

this is how i rock my lust: with
***** straight and pixie dust, discussing ****
that ***** me up like drugs
like love
like sucker punches
when she comes—that heady taste—
unblushing, sweaty, **** my face
******* I’m craving
her—the scent—the begging when
she’s hoarse and spent,
the coarseness of rough hair on skin
of taste buds lips tongue wearing thin—
i drain my lungs, i’m going hard
eyes pressed on pelvis filled with stars
i dig my nails into her thighs she’s
in my nose i’m drunk on sighs
and cries/those hips!—
she bites her lips
a flush of rose on rigid ******
pinched between my fingertips—
she calls my name—
i can’t resist—

so kiss me kate, with open legs
spread wide for me to fit my head
between those thighs, my tired tongue
i’d drown here just to hear you come.