On A Day Like Today

A bright light unto eternity

The soulful music within me

Rekindling all the fading memories

Thy love seeps into my  reveries.

'Twas those times when I could smell the petrichor

Thy smile was this pessimistic lost soul's harbor 

Drear and comfortless, it surfaced out of its grave

Thy warmth engulfed it, made it strong, made it brave.

Autumn saw us basking in the joy of adolescent love

Every beautiful moment was a blessing from above

Mesmerising, hauntingly alluring were those promises

One of which was watching together countless sunrises.

Winter felt the chill despite the warm hearth

But if 'tis perfect it doesn't exist on earth

Closer the souls got, stronger the love grew

'Twas a togetherness lived by the blessed few.

Spring is coming, we have buried the withered flowers

Seasons shall not change anymore for us lovers

For the madness is gone, peace and bliss is left behind

The souls have blended, the roots are entwined.

My Valentine

He is...

The gentleness of the crashing waves

He is the sanity of chaos

The strain of silence

Joy of sorrow

Warmth of the chilly winds

He is...

The  beauty of all things

The protector of our secret realm.

He is me and I am him

He is life and death

Spring's purple wreath.

So, 'Twas You!

It's supposed to be read after this
http://atattooedmind.blogspot.in/2013/01/something-new-something-good.html?m=1  :)

The sweet rosy redolence that lingered
Was you
The glimpse of that orange hood
Was the love hiding in you
The familiar, benign presence,
Was you
You are my wish come true.


Bliss and a surreal romance..
Gently seeped out of you
A fleeting glance and I knew
It had to be you
Then began, the beautiful prelude
Of the tale - me and you.


Enamoured of the titillation,
That was brought by you
I stood in the pristine abode
Singing songs of dreamy elation
For I met you
An intense joy gripped my heart
When I heard the whisper of your heart


It wiped off a stray ocular dew,
The warmth that came with you
Grief and pain slithered away
'Twas time for them to bid adieu
You were hope and a feeling so true
'Twas you - something good, something new.

December Musings

Red as blood or red as the pomegranate juice,

Yellow as gold or shall I say yellow as the mid day sun,

Rhythm of a song or rhythm of absolute silence

Rain, a soulful symphony, ocean waves, the tranquil breeze…

This inebriated poetess needs no more disguises.

Colours, music, magic, beauty...

All that gives life to poetry, ends in you

You are no longer the muse, my love

But the spirit of love conjured by my written words

You are the poem

Written after the mayhem in the mind subsides

You are the end

The end which comes after a million prayers

The end which brings relief from intense suffering

The end which heralds a new beginning.

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.

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.