Lovers

A string vibrates, the music enthralls
Violets blush, clouds fall from above.
In a spell woven by the petrichor,
She smiles, touching the soul of love
He pulls her close never to let go.
Every breath of love gently whispers,
Kissing the brightest shades of bliss,
A ballad of infinitely tender kiss.
Moist red tulips, quiver with delight
Relishing the sweet wine of eternity
In the quiet sanctum of the moonlight.
The lovers promise to remember forever,
All the charms that brought them together.

September - The Story So Far

Moisture laden restless breeze

Danced with a million trees.

So did her ecstatic heart.

Eyes glistened in a trance,

When another pair of eyes mirrored hers.

A beginning or happenstance, she wondered

Eyes spoke, laughed together

They dreamed, touched each other,

Love, a fine veil of love

Cascaded down, slowly, gently,

Creating a bliss like never before,

Summoning a magic, a romantic fervour.

Engulfed in love’s ever growing resplendence,

With straws of faith, peace and goodness,

The twin souls created a nest of togetherness.

He protected it with his steady might,

She nurtured it with her warm light.

Dreamers; they saw the end of a dark night.

The Dreamer's Plight

Beloved...
You are the spark in my eyes

The truth amongst the lies

You are the redolence

Joie de vivre

You are beauty and bliss

Love’s gentlest kiss;

Oh the pain it brings…

If I am the lone sail-boat

Amidst the ocean that’s endless

You are the serene luna

Whose proximity beckons the tempest

If I am the moth

Attracted to the brightness

You are the flame

That’ll annihilate my existence

Let me know you as an idea

An illusion...

A dream that’ll disappear

A memory that’ll fade away…

Drift away, my Beloved

Drift away…

Before my sanity loses its way.

A Pair Of Eyes

Midnight caresses  those dreamy contours

While the mirrors within reflect ebullience

Myriad emotions drift across the twin oceans

At times, trickling down in streams

At times, disappearing like the dreams

Like the fluttering frail wings of the butterflies

Soft veils touch those watery depths

Moistening and protecting the precious gems.

They are the portals to the soul within

Or cemeteries…

Marking the presence of two worlds

The known and the unknown.

The visible and the invisible.

A world that has words to emote

And a world without them…

A wordless world hidden in their soft gleam.

Lines Written In July

This odorous morn as the heart sighs

I think of you.

Aren’t you the precious ephemeral dew

Kissing the blades of the grass in the meadow

Or mayhaps the fleeting shadow

That belongs to me,

On days when clouds rush past the sun.

A thought of you,

Sometimes is the drug that heals,

Sometimes is the poison that kills

Sometimes… it’s the fire which burns

Creates a lot of noise, petrifies the soul

Sometimes, like the raindrops,

Creates the aura of love

Fragrant, as the rain drenched earth

Soothing the agony it brought.

Rain…

Just like the rain

You infuse the joy of living into me

You hold my heart 
As I paint the pictures with words

Just like the rain…

Drowning the chaos all around

Your presence lights up my essence.

Orange Paperboat

He is the paper boat

Orange coloured,

Blissfully unaware

Of the path he travels

Letting the zephyr

Decide his fate.

She looks on…

Distant and thoughtful

Orange is beautiful, she thinks

One of the seven colours

She possesses…

Whilst she wonders

If orange is the colour for her

The playful zephyr steers him away.

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They say four letters create the word 

A word that explains it well

Not enough...

'Tis a never ending tale

The tale of this fluttering heart.

How shall I put in words

A dream seen by the open eyes

A spell so delicately woven

One which never dies.

If I say, you are the sunshine

That brightens my world with its steady light

If I say, your presence creates the lost notes

That conclude my strains of love...

Not enough...

'Tis not enough to measure what's within

Words, they limit the flight of the heart

Yet I'll let them flow

Perhaps, someday...

Some of them

Some thoughts dipped in ink 

Will belong to us

It needn't possess you

Needn't infect you with euphoria
Needn't tell you anything but this:

The eyes which would look away

Will have a luminous light

That'll speak of a desire 

To hold you tight...

Greedily relishing,
The involuntary touch of moisture,

Speaking the muted words,
Quivering, parched lips

Will seek a soul dissolving kiss.

Words... they seem so insignificant

When it's about the depth, they'll be this poetess' fall

For the intensity of the unseen, unspoken shows her

They aren't enough...

Not enough to let you know

The dimensions her love can cover

The desire, pull, the bliss

Her restless soul feels

Uncountable ways of loving

The infinite wishes of togetherness

Not enough...

Words would never be enough.