bouquet of love #28

i was once a lost discoverer,
driven in madness, i was a luckless clinger,
a blind traveller and a thorough achiever..
but in you everything sank!

light, love and a shadow..
is what i expected you to be
and i plunged onto this bed of roses
the moment you appeared before me..

restless and overwhelmed
i had soo much in store to give,
to dedicate, to dictate and to designate
and it just came to you all together..

you still blossom the deserts,
grill the currents,
flee through my thoughts
and run in my plasma..
in you everything sank!

our leaf will now fall on the ground
from the tree of our love
as if it is born through the kiss of serenity
towards glory and eternity it leads
and explain its color to the world beneath..
in you everything sank!

bouquet of love #27

its so much pain
within my heart
churned out and exhausted
insecurity taking over
and i stand alone
furious and burning
into a phoenix i m turning
my knees go weak
and my heart thumps..
i need assurance and faith
in the life of our relationship
let me be me for a while
and breath peace..
don't go away
so that to let the compassion be
letting the passion survive
and be free and dive
into the pool of emotions
and enjoy the crests and turfs
of a toggling life and
an unconventional journey..

bouquet of love #26

i held a glass high up in my hand for an hour.. nothing happened

i held a glass high up in my hand for 5 hours.. a lil pain i felt

i held a glass high up in my hand for 10 hours.. my back ached

i held a glass high up in my hand for 20 hours.. my body went stiff!

that glass was nothing but the worries and fear i hold back in life i realised..

i ve put it down to feel lighter and better.. no worries and no fear, my resolution.

today i sleep putting that glass off my hand and head too,

its good to feel You close to me,
in your invisible form you come intently,
my heart withdrawn, sails through your dreams,
twisted nets of worries i detangle here,
no form, no color, no place.. nothing perfect or clear
but my clenched soul hither rests..

rising, you take me to the sky at twilight
and make me gaze through clouds..
love rests for a while before taking off,
finding the frontiers lost in the night..
the light of dawn brings alive
your dream resting in my dreams..

as we return to the light of life,
you drop me back in me
out i pop from the bed
wondering of the serenity and divinity felt in sleep..
dream was it or a trans?
jus a smile remains on my face...

bouquet of love #25

here i love you
in my world, on my own..
days, all one kind, pass as ever
and i watch the winds detangling in tree branches..
identity crisis is what i face,
my life grows, with no purpose at all..
thoughts unfurl as ice melts
but i do not come to terms yet
as love battles,
i will finish off taking the path
by letting me die, and granting you a new life
a life that is full of you.
i shall die to make your way and
thou shall feel eternal love forever...

A night-thought & an after-thought..

A night thought...
where the moon sails in the sky
among the stars and its destiny
she hides beneath the clouds
how dimly does she appear
but when the clouds run away
how bright does she shine..

she glides still in her fairy way
and down there we are the forward race
looking at her hide and seek
we see what was, what is and will always be..
she'll glide forever as she has always been
and play her game with the wise..

An after-thought..
a forward race though we be,
we the brave, the mighty and the wise..
the forms will die but never the spirits
to live, to act and to serve
we appear, we vanish, we chase the silent tomb
and there we go towards the sullen sky
the moon, the stars and the clouds that abide..
through love, through hope, through life
taking up an impulsive consent
and there we glide..
follow her, now, the partner, the guide...

bouquet of love #24

as i write it for us
i write it with a flair
this feeling so much felt and
these words so unbound..

i write it as you were,
the innocent smile on your face
the shyness in your eyes
the coy in your every look..
ah.. it indeed killed!

ur arms felt like a growing plant
creeping over my body..
your voice, the green leaves that garnered love
your touch, the growth - slow and peaceful
your passion, the blue flowers it blossomed..

seasons changing and years passing by
i still feel your the warmth in winter
the care and sooth in summer
rains are always romantic in your memories
and autumn... the hope of a new life!!

bouquet of love #23

as it always happens,
we part,
nonetheless...
we cross again,
we look and dwell..
its been ages,
we dreamt and realized..
its sharing time and moments
we relive the dreams
those ones in the enchanted world
dreams as illusive as you..
time STOPS,
so do we..
yet again..
that thunder in your voice,
your mesmerizing eyes talking love,
tenderness in your touch,
warmth in your presence,
and smile on your face...
the magnetic aura of our togetherness,
the dynamism it endures within..
felt and relived for seconds..
as it has to vanish again
as in the past..
yet again to part..
i wonder..
about the parting gesture..
a hand shake, or a simple wave,
or a hug and a peck on my cheek..
a bare hug it happened..
your fragrance merged within me
and i take it all with me
as a treasure..
as i now know that i have you, a friend,
to let me melt into his arms in need,
and console and comfort..
so i take it all back with me..
till we meet again...

bouquet of love #22

today i m here, running through those millions and zillions of thoughts that come to my mind and leave its impression on me..

when i sit to pen down some of those, i end up writing on 'wildness';

one that you taught me by appearing in my life, teaching me things that otherwise i would have never learnt or experienced..

your mere presence into my life has made me learn to smell the withered roses, talk to the moonlit night, taste the wet earth, seeing the sunset and walk by the bay..

wildness is when i understood love and when i gauge its depth and existence till eternity..

while writing on 'wildness' i come across a thousands of reasons why i am so much bound..

the turbulent drunkenness i feel when i think of you, and every memory wherein i am with you..

the stroke of passion that captures my mind, my body and my soul when you are around,

it feels like a thunder wave strikes the thirsty, uneven rocks but returns without quenching their thirst, their need..

it comes from hunger that this wildness grows within me every moment, every breath i take, its gasps your name..

indeed it shall be the end of my world..

as when there was ruins and misery, you were a miracle,

when there was terrible desire, you were a calm composer,

when there was despair and blues, you were a hope,

when there was need, you were a support,

when there were dreams, you were a painter,

when there was love.. you were the realizer..