A Liquor Filled Chocolate

A Daedalean temptress,

Her pale caramel body

With the glaze of honey
And the feel of satin

Enshrined within

An ambrosial usquebaugh

An elixir in her hollow

That lulled every sorrow.

As the heat of desire

Seeped into her nucleus

She melted and blended

To create a calm vacuity

Transcending intense bliss.

She was possessed 

By a ruthless ravenous soul
That led to her empyreal fall.

Longing

An amorous poetess, in her reverence, wished to create a sonnet

For a quixotic beloved, a wraith in a realm veiled by enthymeme

She poured out crimson love into the words and all that they meant      

Twas a beautiful night as the powdery moonbeam brought a rhyme

To a rhapsody created on the glass panes by the Heavenly lament.

Her sonnet connoted the plight of her lonely heart, a dear desire

To bask in the fervor of  a rare rendezvous of soul mates in love

The quill dipped in ink fell down as she got lured into somnolence

A lone tear seeped out of her eye, it kissed the parchment in trance

The sonnet came to life, he appeared, the anatomy of romance

He gently wiped the kohl that had trailed down with the lone tear

And placed a tender, soul dissolving kiss on her satiny raven hair

She felt it, the vow of love and a smile brightened her pretty face

His heart ached with longing, twas the beginning of a fervid romance

Like him, in some other realm, she saw him writing a love sonnet

She smiled and watched him write his words with intense devotion

The conspiring Universe convulsed with the overwhelming emotion.

The maiden stepped into consciousness, ‘Twas him, he was here’

She thought, while the inebriated melancholic poet turned around,

‘Twas her, she was here’, he whispered, kissing the parchment of love.

                                                                                                                                           

Rising In Love

Forbidden to fall

An angel bleeds

As the fiendish wire

Suspends her in vacuity

Cutting into her wrists,

Her delicate flesh

As her succulent lips

Murmur a name.

Why shall I fall?

She whispers to the sky

For my heart is pure,

Untainted as yours

Embrace me not

Do not pity my soul

For when tis the time

I shall rise, not fall.

On A Valentine's Day

Whilst I live another moment, another year, without thee

The voice within asks, why shouldst I know thee

Thou, fragment of my soul, wouldn’t thee be like me?

I canst breathe without knowing thee, but shalt not live

Without feeling thy touch, without feeling thy heart.

How wouldst the embrace feel, how sweet thy lips be

How warm thy presence feel when thou art with me

How wouldst the rain seem, soaking our souls wet with glee

How fast my heart would beat when thy palm clasps mine

What strain shalt seep out of our hearts, when we unite

I wish to feel thee, thy soul, to see thy eyes filled with desire

To call me thy own, to possess me with thy passionate fire

I summon thee hither, if thou shalt follow the path, brightly lit

For my heart wishes to feel thee before death kisseth it.

You

You

Are the Autumn Rain.

A thought that seeps deep

Into my existence

And soothes away

Every ache, every pain

You

Are my Valentine

With no face, no name

Who is hidden

Behind destiny’s veil

Yet is mine, in every way

You

Are the magical strain

That possesses my dreams,

For you strew happiness

In the gloomy abysses

Of my Soul so restless.

You

Are the poet who loves

Every little joy of love

Every word that speaks of it

Every single fantasy of love

And embraces all of it.

You

Are someone, they say, doesn’t live

But I know, we’ll meet

Someday, sometime, in some realm

Till then the clock will stop

Tis my will and so shall it be.

At First Sight

A lunacy invoked by its intoxicating charm

The celestial crescent, luminous and warm

Kissed the souls chosen by Providence

As the flowing breeze sang with ebullience

She stepped out, lost in the sanctum of her dreams

Walked on the cobbled path, illumined by moonbeams

Eyes closed, sitting on the park bench, he smiled

Relishing the whispering leaves waltzing with the wind.

She swayed and twirled, hands in air with swan-like grace

From the depth of her heart cascaded a beauteous strain

Enticed out of the meditation, he gazed at  her moonlit face

Like an ethereal figurine, she moved slowly in a trance.

His gaze touched her euphoric soul, she froze and simpered

Her dewy eyes met his, she knew, her elusive twin-soul breathed

He found it in her presence, a profound question answered.

The Evening Star witnessed as the cryptic love was unsheathed.

I'm Falling In Love!

It’s a really bad thing when you discover a beautiful song late at night because you’ll surely sacrifice your sleep to keep listening to it. The song I’m talking about is ‘I’m falling in love’ by Bap Kennedy. I’m in love. Crazily in love with this sweet song. I can imagine two people in love swaying to this strain and if it rains as well, someone might just faint out of sheer bliss. Being in love has to feel the way I am feeling right now. Euphoric, dreamy, peaceful and content. Now, how can I not write down the lyrics!

I sang "Danny Boy"

Out of the window

I don't know the words

I was making them up

Stepping outside

Feel the sun shining

I can't deny

I'm falling in love

I told them your name

Said where you come from

See you again

That kind of stuff

Told them your name

But I never told them

I never said

I'm falling in love

Chorus

Falling in love

Falling in love

Feels like my heart

Has been struck by lightning

You're in my head

It's you I'm dreaming of

Better come clean

Have to tell someone

I have to tell someone

I'm falling in love

Falling in love

I'm falling in love

Falling in love

I'm falling in love

Falling in love

I'm falling in love

Falling in love

I'm falling in love

Falling in love

Falling in love

I'm falling in love

Not listening to Bap Kennedy sing this a heinous crime! He sounds like the dazed lover in love for the first time. A lover so stunned by its magic that he doesn't know what to say. It’s the umpteenth time I am listening to it yet it’s so refreshing. This is the compensatory happy ending of a gloomy day. It was gloomy because of the stress that had built up due to the delay in the entrance examination results. Anyway, it doesn’t bother me anymore. There are so many beautiful things to feel glad about! One of them is the idea of romance. A beautiful, dreamy romance.

Music and Memories

If eyes are the mirrors to the soul, music is the mirror to the heart. Music is my secret shifter. Whether it is agonising pain or numbing despair or heart breaking lonliness, music heals everything. It’s my second love (The first being Rain). My favorite playlist today( 6^th February 2013) includes –

High Hopes by Pink Floyd

Something in the way by Nirvana

Black by Pearl Jam

Silent Lucidity by Queensryche

A Thousand Years by Sting

My Immortal by Evanescence

Boy and the Ghost by Tarja Turunen

A Distance There Is by Theatre of Tragedy

Iris by Goo Goo Dolls

Carnival of Rust by Poets of the Fall

Last Regret by Paradise Lost

Don’t look back in anger by Oasis

Boom, like that by Mark Knopfler

Le Onde by Ludovico Einaudi

 Suzanne by Leonard Cohen

Flightless Bird, American Mouth by Iron and Wine

If you want me by Marketa Irglova

Never Enough by Epica

When you say nothing at all by Allison Krauss

All I want is you by U2

And that’s just the tip of the ice berg. Some songs stay with us through out the life and some fade away. 20 years from now, when I’ll be reading my blog, this would be a blissful reminder. I would love to know what got left behind. 50 years from now (if I make it), I’ll listen to this playlist once again. I’m sure a lot of forgotten memories would come back. Just like, Vanessa Williams singing 'Save the best for last' reminds me of a heavy downpour 8 years back, Madonna singing 'Words' reminds me of a heavy downpour 9 years back, Bon Jovi singing 'Keep the Faith' reminds me of a heavy downpour 10 years back, James Hetfield singing 'Fuel' reminds me of a heavy downpour 11 years back, it was Westlife, Linkin Park the preceeding years. Heavy downpour? Well, music will only remind you of the associated memories that are precious to you. Memories that made you really happy or really sad. It’s different for different people. So, what’s your favorite music and what’s the story?

Without You

I’m nothing

Without the delicate piano notes

Without the beautiful poetry of love

Without the mesmerising raindrops

Nothing                                                             

Without hope, without the dreams

Without darkness and the tears

Without my heart piercing screams

Nothing

Without the fall and the rise

Without the tranquil moonlit night

Without fire, without ice

Nothing

Without the soft kiss of peace

Without the scalding embrace of agony

Without the mountains and the seas

Nothing

Without the touch, without the distance

Without the chaos , without the trance

Without  echoes, without silence

Nothing

Without the sword, without the hymns

Without destiny, without the free will

Without the truth, without the lies.

Nothing
Without the heart and the beats,
Without the soul and the songs,
Without the mind and the thoughts.
Nothing

Without the life courting death

Without youth fading into a fossil

Without resurrection, without faith

Nothing

Without vision, without serendipity

Without the form, without vacuum

Without insanity, without lucidity.

Nothing

Without a presence, your presence

I’m nothing

Without you, without me, without us.