Love Making

Tender touch of lips after hungry nibble
Peace after hours of ripple

Finding pleasure in teasing pain
Doesn’t ever go in vain

Lying on earth and touching the sky
Feeling the body float and fly

Bashful mornings after loving nights
Yearnings after contented desires

The joy of being [1]

The look in his eyes told that he thought I was wacky.
But I did not care. I was beginning to enjoy the breeze. Its touch on my skin seemed to take away my thoughts and move me into nothingness. I felt it all over me and then I felt nothing at all. Standing in the middle of the boat, I opened my arms and let the breeze touch me completely.

The sun was blazing, but did I feel it? The warmth that emancipated from within me had a cooling effect. The light within me was much stronger than the one I could see around and I smiled. He asked me, “Why are you smiling?” “No reason.” I replied.

But I think I did have a reason to smile. The reason was the bliss of being and feeling alive. The joy was of being able to enjoy nature in its entirety and of being able to feel one with the universe.

Full Circle

And here I am
Once again

A full circle
Once again

On the same plane
Once again


Life doesn’t seem to move further
Why can’t it be that it moved in spirals?

The point where I started
Is the point I am on again
Only older and weary
Crestfallen and teary

I am called strong
And looked up to, with awe

I, who faces strong winds,
And flaming sun
Who drenches in morose rains
And Chilly nights

I withstand this and more
And I keep walking
Only to see
Yet again that full circle
In front of me

I feel no pride in your awe of me
I feel weak within
And I may soon give up
This fight to live

I don’t want full circles now
I want to move further

Resolve

My damaged wings I'd heal again
and the failed flight I'd re- begin,
My silent eyes'd speak like the volcano within
and my strength'd flow like a river unhidden

I may fly close to the ground but I will fly again
I won't be impeded after my essence I re-gain

The cherubic Teacher

A tear drop in those dark eyes was about to drop
And if it did, her dampened eyes would make my heart stop

The scarlet lips were in a curve and about to wail
And when they would, my entire being would quail

Time came to a standstill.
Or I wish it did.
A Prayer I sent upwards
For this moment to go back or at least stay

One more moment and I would die
For I could never bear to see her cry

The cherubic girl was in deep grief
And I had been the cause of this mischief

Being an adult only in a physical sense
I lost touch with innocence and its essence

I prayed yet again for her smile to return
And opened my arms to let the anguish burn

The dark eyes now were moist like dew
And her scarlet lips with a smile anew

I am “sowwy” she told me in a voice so pure
And I held her tight for I had no other cure

She taught me yet another lesson
Of innocence, of faith, of giving and of love
Of being true and of healing from angels above

The Sigmoid curve?

Are we like the banks of a river
coming neither close nor going far ?

Are we here just for today
standing by each other with no tomorrow?

Do we just feel the presence of each other
and not the real call to be together?

and if we may be the banks with no tomorrow
and if we never may be together

do we give up on each other
or stand by for one another
now and for ever..!

if you close that door on me
i would really feel empty

of joys i would be devoid
so can we just avoid

the clashes of ego
that should have melted long ago

i say with a tone of love n longing
with a strong sense of belonging

please dont go away from me
nor in body or in soul

but if you still close that door on me
I would really feel empty

on having a notion of love so complete
for a man who was yet incomplete

* this was in response to a poem posted by Jyo*