Some words

Thousand kisses

I can kiss you a thousand times 

Before releasing you from my embrace

And then hug you again 

On the pretext of saying goodbye

That would lead to hundreds of kisses again

And before we part I will request you for few more moments

To sip in your intoxicating fragrance

And to search in your eyes

The path back into this world...

*****

Perfume

Your perfume has left a trail

For me to follow and reach you

I need no directions or any map

With my eyes closed I can search for you

In the meadows and through the forests and cities and towns

*****

Stubborn

Whenever I look into her eyes

I see there a reflection of him

Stubbornly held into that place

Refused to move on...

I wonder 

Whether she is in love with him

Or has convinced herself, not to forget him

EVER...

*****

Unnatural

They are not natural

His feelings

Their source is not his heart

They are like by products or residues

Of some other feelings

May be guilt or responsbility

So they don't find a way to my soul

They just dissolve in between somewhere

In the thin air between his lips and my heart...

*****

Love and its parts

Love and you (Part I)

I want to weave a beautiful net of words

To catch you

But my words melt away and emotions freeze...

This poetess is too weak to capture you

I want to steal some kisses from you

Kisses in which you participate whole heartedly

But my love is too honest 

To steal anything from you

I want to shout and declare 

My feelings for you

From the top of the world,

I am too scared to hurt you if I publicize it

I want to paint you in the colour of my scarlet love

Dripping my blood drop by drop 

To give it the right tint

You are too high for me to reach but…

I want to hold you very close to my heart

Between my humbled breasts

And make you hear your name ringing inside 

But I am too shy to do that

I want to make love to you in most passionate ways

For a full season of the year

But I am too confused 

Which season to choose?

Lust and you (Part II)

Summer is so special with its beautiful morning

Neither too hot nor too cold

Just comfortable enough for us to snuggle and then

Proceed to a fancier session

But why not winter then, with its freezing temperature 

In your native mountains

Won’t it be perfect for us to rub into each other

And set everything on fire

Or maybe the season that lies between these two

The monsoon, the season that makes me miss you the most

Let us drench ourselves into those heavenly showers 

Before we dry each other sip by sip

Nah, let’s begin with spring

The season when flowers bloom, and so will I

With the touch of your lips and tips

Let the flowers envy the sweet perfume emitting from us

Jealous

Every time I see you, I find you prettier than before;

Though I act normal, I am so insecure.

You got smoothest skin and you got that warming smile,

Girl you are perfect but I'll never admit so...

I am not so malicious...

Trust me not usually,

Somewhat kind and gentle,

But not a personification of feminity

We could have been good friends,

May be... May be... May be

Hanging out together every weekend

I might have liked you

May be... May be... May be

If you were not his love interest

Censored version  ;-)

Beyond life

Vacant eyes and frozen smile

This is her identity now

The girl who never speaks...

Still fascinating are ways in which,

She conveys her desires n sentiments

No needs, no she doesn't have them

Its just feelings

She told me how resentful she is

Towards that one person who left her

To die a life of loneliness

And how she desires again the beats 

Of a heart that trusted so easily.

Remorse is one more part of her

For she could not do enough for those

Who meant the world to her.

She is also sorry that she was late 

In realizing her feelings and that

She never displayed them as she wanted to...

She speaks of her longings as if

They still drain the tears out of her!

But most of all she speaks of love

She said, she never misses it

She is still free to feel it and express it

And she does...

She still loves.

Inspired by Woman in Black

Harry Potter

Your magick liberates me from every pain,

The boy from the silver screen, with silver frame,

Disheveled hair and smiling face,

I travel with you in a world so new,

Away from my tears, I live your fatal fears...

I stand by you as you face you-know-who,

Before he could curse I kiss your scarred forehead too,

For love is the ultimate protection spell…

Dedicated to the series that supported me through storms

Talking about death

Flowers for me...

I often wonder

How would it be to see myself lifeless?

Dead, cold and hard

Like a fish in a cold storage

Or the stone laid in the last step

Would I feel anything if I touched me?

With heart beats gone and 

Warmth drained from my cheeks

Will I be less musical and less desirable?

I often wonder

Can I see it from the sky?

The grief and love of my people 

But why grief?

At their loss of a companion

Or at my loss of life!

How many years will they remember

The talks that I hum

Will they miss if I never come?

Dead or dreaming!

I often wonder

How is it like to die?

Is it like sleeping?

But no, my sleep is full of vivid dreams

Colourful and alive

Can death be so colourful

Is all the blankness then a myth

To deprive us from entering 

The exotic world of death

I often wonder

Why is death dark and frightening?

Night is dark yet a romance

May be its the unknown that scares

But don't we seek the mystery

When we long for a peek behind

The curtains of a stage

Then why not desire 

For what lies beyond flesh

MCN: CPC8V-59N17-WM5F4

How are you!

The most common question we encounter on day to day basis is “How are you?”. We ask it to so many people daily and answer it so often with a smile and “Fine, thank you!” that we have forgotten its significance. Do we really expect an honest answer when we ask this question? 


I used to answer it honestly for many years with “Oh! Not so good, I have an headache” or “Extremely happy, my cat delivered five kittens!”. But the response I received for these replies was not very encouraging, and the feedback on my communication skill, even more depressing.

I wonder why do we ask a question, we don’t wish an answer for!

Her reply...

Last night I thought a lot about your wish ‘just be happy in your life’. I wanted to understand its significance and relevance in my world. I was unable to understand what my life is exactly! And after meditating on this thought for hours, I have realized that this- today- is my life. Yesterday is already a dead moment, without any record that it even transpired, and future is so unbelievable. It is so uncertain; I don’t know what to make of it!

So, after I came to the conclusion that ‘today’ is the time of my life, it became very easy to identify the happy and sad elements in it. As of today, love is my element of happiness and my whole being revolves around it. I can also say that- today ‘Love is my Life’. Not that it was different ten years back, but now the thought process is more refined. And, living in this life keeps me happy and as satiated as a well hydrated orchid plant on your window sill. It is outside this life that I am not happy.

Also, at present you are the person with whom I attach my love, so loving you keeps me happy. It doesn’t require any returns from your end. It’s an effortless process, as natural as breathing. Take a deep breath, love him and be happy… ahhh!  Feels good, you see. It is the idea of not being able to love you that makes me doleful.

Though it has managed to keep me engaged for a long time, this anxiety will not last forever. Not because I will stop loving, but because I know I am entitled to eternal happiness. 

Yours, 
Me