THY HEART !

Thy can ne’er know

what art thy heart speaks

in silence thou ne’er heard

my  flutterings…

With a fistful of

songs of love

I try to  touch 

thy soul

with words of passion

written in your amor.

I set ablaze the

extinguishing fire

you doth not see it though

perhaps someday you might see

the ignited wick’s glow!

sigh I o’er for your glance

yet you ne’er perceive

the missed beats of thy heart

when I kissed your cheeks!

Upon the dream decor

I sleep and wish

for a momentous begin

when thy heart becomes mine

echoes my name whilst wandering!

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SILENTLY!

You returned back with silent steps
 I sensed the difference in the air
  which abruptly breezed 
   through my heart ...

disseminating your love
 yet again in my arms
  embracing the thoughts
   I breathe the air of your love
    fervidly to feel the fire...

without a word for me
  you quietly peep and disturb
   the rhythm of my thoughts
     playing the song of your love....



Written as per the :
Weekly Writing Challenge: Playing With Space.

YOUR PRESENCE !

 

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Like the velvety soft petals

crimson lips

crave for your presence

 secreting  the nectar

as kissed

by the sting of your nature…

the night darkens

your embrace reignites

the wish

drowning in the sea of your love

 drenched  with amorous desires…

alluring voice pierces through the air

striking the vibrant chord 

heart  plays an entrancing number

arousing the fantasies of a dream

to become true in your presence..

 

FOR ROMANTIC MONDAY ON EDWARD”S BLOG:

That’s How The Story Goes – Romantic Monday April Prelude.

A RARE FRUIT !

You’re a rare fruit to pluck from the garden of Eden,

saturated with nectarous drink,

lustrous and shining as if

burnished by  the touch of cupid!

On the cumbersome branch  as you  swayed,

apple of the exotic garden ,

attracted and appealed,

eyes of  this  Adam’s  forage!

Fall in the cup of my palms,

feel thy touch of my warmth,

before I sense and taste your  essence,

disseminate your love  in abundance.

 

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THE PROPOSAL

” Like a gentleman,I would wait until you think of giving  up yourself “,he uttered

I smiled and grinned to say,”such a day will never come,you keep on waiting till death takes me away”.

“What makes you say such strong harsh words,breaking my dreams and lie in clutter,

Do you not wait for the same ,yearning to be my damsel in distress?”

 

“I do “,I said,but not in such a  way,

I want to be  like a princess  who walks through the aisle,

who gloriously can gleam with a shine in her eyes,

convince herself that he is the one who can fill her void sighs.

 

Silence prevailed ,dew drops shined,on the leaves the moonlight smiled,

traversing to the land where she realized the thought,

the next morn came and she lay like a dead corpse!

 

 

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UNDER THE SKY !

Of the whispers that I hear

in music of the wind,

beckoning me!

To fields of swaying joy

under the open sky,

I breathe gayly…

In blithe I close my eyes,

to listen

to your gentle voice…

Amidst the green meadow,

a butterfly comes beside,

to touch and kiss me

a sweet lullaby…

I discover you

in the melody

of  its hummed song…

I get absorbed

and soak my heart

in  memories

of your love.

COMEBACK !

 

 

 

 

With  the wings of the  clouds

where art thou   vanished ,

within the folds of time,

disappeared like a volatile…

 

Your presence is etched in memories,

the heart too misses the symphony,

the flowers of love bloom alone,

the misty air can only hear other cacophonies…

 

 My soul beckons  you in solitude,

the lonely heart  echoes your name,

advent of spring bedecks the earth,

I wait for your comeback again!

 

 

 

 

WRITING!

On the piece of paper fluttering beside,

a pen scrolls down and scribbles the time,

moments lived, cherished in mind,

like the old bottled wine!

 

Lines flow, joining words,

remembering instances,never wondered,

flying back to the past,

the paper still lives in the present arch!

 

Jotted ink goes on and on,

till it is tired and cannot walk,

recalling moments of the nostalgic past,

feeling the warmth of the flowers,

the cool breeze of the forest’s heart.

 

Fragrance of the treasured times,

spread out from the words that outshine,

a story,an incident, a day or an event,

the heart is laid out on the paper with full intense!

 

THE ANHYDROUS ISLE

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

There was once a place on earth… an isle… ” Anhydrous isle”…

Surrounded from all sides…with waters and waves white.

 

No verdure on the place,withered  foliage mundane,

sands ,rocks,pebbles to watch,different landscapes combined in all…

 

Life  wasn’t anywhere to be seen,

even standing amidst  the expanse of the sea…

So much dryness !

It made me think!

How come the beautiful isle …

never wanted to sink…

in the body of the ripples beside…

how could it be so aloof and dried.

 

I could sense,it had pulled and shrinked ,

the ends of the island …shrivelled within…

No matter what the nature offered,

remaining dry had become  its deliberate  nature…

 

Not knowing what it missed,one day everything  changed the myth,

a ship got wrecked near its shore…many were saved ,few abandoned …

one soul swam across the streams,

and reached the isle with a log to save in…

stepping on the isle,it thanked the place and sighed…

 ”Oh! so beautiful! this place is divine!”

Hearing these words the  island smiled,

a wave of life ran through its heart and mind…

 

It too wished now… to be green,

to be more captivating and serene…

It opened the veins of its heart,

allowing the waters to flow inside like darts,

rushing and gushing everywhere,

the islet became a life of  inhabitants…

 

“The Anhydrous Isle” became an adorable one,

opening the gates of its enclosure,

absorbing the wet waves of emotions,

It became beautiful and moistened…

 

 

 

A PLACE OF POWER-MIND

Eyes go weary and the looks look void,

For every glance the vision doesn’t define,

there is nothing  that isn’t around,

the gentle atmosphere is reverberating with poignant sound…

 

Imaginations conjure drawing lines of thought,

what is envisaged is of  a different form,

in darkness,whether in light,

shining luminously the picture conceived so bright!

 

A mind of several thousand thoughts,

Is capable of  ideating ideas,

out of aught,

in the air,

in vacuum …

It can perceive…

The very own created fanciful dream.

 

Such  power a  human mind has

to produce certain illusions and work on that…

vibrations of several frequencies travel,

to constitute and establish the

imagery clear!