Wine

Shimmering drops of red tantalized the parched soul

All it sought was a touch, a touch of agonizing ecstasy

The wine seeped so deep, intoxication gave way to salvation

Secrets got unveiled, those shrouded for infinite centuries

A priestess of love under the enchantment of opium

Held the calamus, wrote the words, words love spoke.

The parchment, its caramel tenderness, marked by red ink

Embraced the quill as it wrote about the priestess' passion,

Her soul's chant of pleasure, worldly as well as divine.

They opened the portals of creation, as inebriated souls merged

And glistening with tears the portals of the inner sanctum closed.

November - The Story So Far

That star in the vast sky

On a cloud veiled night,

She names it after him.

Colored bottle, a parchment and ink

She writes his name again and again

And hides it beneath a mango tree,

Upon the wet sand on a rainy day

A quivering finger draws the letters

That spell his name, that spell her name.

What is life without this name, she says

That gives an identity to the soul

A soul that blends dreams with reality

A soul that breathes a bright hue into love

A soul that lives within him yet belongs to her.