So..

 

So...

What of the brewing and bubbling,
And brimming over of affections
That so clearly have you searing them
With fiery distance now?

What about the scars you hid all day;
The scars that were kissed, and
Only seemed to heal in touch,
Are hidden again now?

What about the tears you shed
Quietly, in the unseen corners
Through distraught corners of eyes
Wiped clear now?

What about the shared fragrance
That titillates in your absence,
Shamelessly obtuse to my pain,
Only more now?

What of the bottle of lotion white,
Resting restless upon my shelf,
In parting of your touch and smear;
Another lotion now?

What about the strands of hair
That pillows held back as memoirs,
Or taunts, that taunt in my sleep,
Additional now?

What about the books that lie
Dog-eared, bookmarked - idly,
In wait of fingers that folded them
To unfold now?

So...?

…

Dream

 

 

I awoke today from a dream so sweet

Echoing her love in our unseen tryst.

But then, awake, our eyes did meet

And tears that flowed were joyful mist.

 

Hours that passed by like a haze

Leaving only sweetness, lingering behind.

Her fragrance notched up my craze,

Lost in the feel of our moment's find.

 

Bundled in my arms, she lay without start

And yet, her heartbeat would now tell-tale.

Staid, on my chest beat her affable heart,

And lips turn crimson from a dull pale.

 

Frozen forever, this moment in time

For it is only love that could live this day.

Relive it, each day, sweet mind of mine

For only this memory shall strengthen my stay.

…

Return

 

 

Eyes shut tight, all I see is a blurred speck

I can still feel your breath, warm, upon my neck.

I need you to cup my eyes with your hands,

Asking me again to guess your name.

Only one pair would ever take that chance,

But now I guess it won’t be the same.

 

I need to feel those eyes smiling back to see,

Like that was the first time they ever saw me.

To look at the lines your eyes will make,

Curling on both ends; two playful nooks

Empower the real in our world, once fake

Return them to me, those rapture looks.

 

And when the night has set upon the day,

Return to me the pain, that tonight will stay

Watching you leave, but in hope of the next

Morn, that only you make in a twilight hour,

Return to me, even if it were just a pretext,

Or just return my dreams, my love, my power.

 

…

Morn

 

So sweet the sound of this pleasant morn

That arises with her as she gently wakes,

A druid’s drug note to this lovelorn

Will prescribe the breathe she now takes.

…

Distant Valentine

 

 

Memories worth a lifetime are now mine to keep,

Silent pauses shared on short walks,

Unspoken, yes, hours of talks.

For in me is alacrity embedded so deep,

Clear morns that wake to your sound,

All else, lost; when you I’ve found.

 

Will distance matter? Will words not do

Justice to the space in between?

If perchance that could have been,

Why would my words describe only you?

No face, unlike yours will ever calm

Or soothe my pain; a panacean balm.

 

I see your eyes seek mine across the crowd,

Amidst your merriment, overtakes a shy

Hidden girl, who seeks to find her guy,

I do not measure up – the message is loud;

And clear, much to my gifted regret,

Is the curse, simply, to never forget.

 

Walk if you must, but don’t you run away,

So I may see you for long as you go.

Not a passing phase, I hope you know

That your naughty glint will always hold sway.

As you go, with you will go my light,

And wishful prayers in the dark of night.

 

…

With her..

 

 

What is it like to be around you,

To spend more time in dreams awake,

Looking often for your glances few,

Wondering if the earth did indeed shake.

 

What is it like to walk by your side,

Lightly each moment to lose sweet sense

Your fragrance lilting a gentle chide,

A casual walk, in a moment - tense.

 

What is it like to hold your hand,

And blend at once with its feel warm,

Nature, this time did reprimand,

In a mortal, she outdid her own charm.

 

What is it like to sit by you for long,

And ignore the pace of passing time,

To sense exuberance, watching you on song-

Proud; as your head rests on mine.

 

…

Hope..

Tonight the skies are radiant with hope,
Clearer and closer than ever before,
To touch, at once to feel the glow,
One light to route out the dreary dark.

Starry eyes do once more see,
Lost souls in the heaven’s eye,
A closer look, and in the light can be seen,
The soul of hope is as dark as your own.

It’s solace, no doubt, knowing that we
Draw hope from a source as human as us,
With flaws it cannot hide for long,
Yet unfailing faith, unbiased, unsung.

When my soul oft stirs in alleys of doubt,
I gaze at the crystal ball of the Gods,
For a period even as brief as my mind will let be,
Immortality, in my realms I can see.

…

A Love Waltz

I'm awake,in wonder,listening to the rain,
My arid heart now fragrant,glistening with the rain,
Senses that give in,yet fortified once more,
As the love of the rain gods descend in this pour.

I hear anklets rhyme with the passionate beat,
A magical waltz by the rain and her feet,
Her heart knows no bounds,her feet keep pace,
A flash,and she turns - joy now has a face.

With not a care for the eyes of the world,
Or the mighty gusts of breezes cold,
She pours her heart on a dampened ground,
Which resonate in fullness,a lyrical sound.

My heart jumps a beat to watch her like this,
Eyes stare in awe,thoughts amiss,
If sight to these eyes,today was gifted,
No better time could the veil have been lifted.

For I see now,oh! And I see clear,
Beauty in motion,like a spirited deer,
The gods approve in thunderous applause,
And the rhythmic chants fade into a pause.

She stops and turns,to my eyes in the stands,
Mindless, I too applauded with my hands,
A fluster is once seen,a shyness takes lead,
Pulses of her anklets wane with worldly heed.

I stand still in awe,I know not what passed,
A heart so full in moments, is empty at last,
Wandering eyes look for shadows moving in grace,
Effervescent cries,seeking once more her face....