My words are falling incessantly from that oak tree lying in the refuge at the bottom of that big old giant waiting for the mercy of the wind to gently glide and take away to promised lands where they were strewn again or kept in the folds of the those yellow pages to remind us again … Continue reading My words
Deny me bread, air, light, spring, but never your laughter for I would die. --Pablo Neruda It is the sheer feeling that mere thought that I can be turned down for the most beautiful wonderous feeling on the face of this earth a feeling so deeply woven. into the fabric of our hearts. The core … Continue reading Denied
Between the thumb and the forefinger where I'm counting and mapping your freckles as my fingers slide over your curves and etches a map of my universe where my soul my love my passion finds solace, And in every nook and corner of your soul I find shelter for my darkness to hide and dissolve … Continue reading Location
"When you do things from your soul, you feel a river moving in you, a joy.” ― Rumi My soul is a river come dip your toes in it it will soak up your worries and anxiety will soothe your pain and infuse you with the nectar of love and warmth that cozy feeling which is … Continue reading My Soul
It takes away all your inhibitions strips down all your fears and scrubs away all the malice and rubs that ever glowing concoction of love and passion on you to give you that ever glowing aura, that patina, that is ageless and eternal You cannot hide behind your facade it will strip away your masks and … Continue reading Naked
This poem is in continuation of the micro poetry of the same name. Read Origin here. That sweet essence those aromatic hues encapsulating me and my soul where my desires douse and are reborn as they are baptized in your love stripped of all my sins as my faults and scars are slowly and surely erased and … Continue reading Origin
I have read the fairy tales and stories of love for time eternal they are as true as they come if I could only believe the prince charming for real I have recited the verses of love the sonnets and the poetic metaphors when you compared the moon to to my beauty to make me … Continue reading Proof
This poem is in continuation of the micro poetry.Read it here Those fleeting glances those eye contact never bothered me there were many in the crowded room, in the subway, in the clubs, on the dance floor They could never hold my gaze for too long none of them were that strong They could not … Continue reading Inflammable
When I want you I want you all not in bits and pieces Never want to share traces of you with anybody at all the sun which shines on you and lights up your face takes away the moment of you facing my way the wind which blows and touches your skin steals away the moments of … Continue reading Jealousy
“if it doesn't come bursting out of you in spite of everything, don't do it. unless it comes unasked out of your heart and your mind and your mouth and your gut, don't do it.” ― Charles Bukowski Speechless Dreamless Bedazzled Lost in your thoughts in complete awe of your demeanor lost in the reverie … Continue reading Trick
Don't ask me to explain why I need your love, a parched soul, in the search of that oasis even the slightest glance of you quenches my heart Don't ask me to explain why I need your love, a wild deer, galloping in the thicket of the forest seeking fervently for that musk seeded within his … Continue reading Why I need your love?
Being a part of a relationship should not be like facing an obstacle course. Yes, it should present you with challenges and give you the experience of dealing and growing but the whole timeline of being in a relationship should not present itself as a confrontation. A constant challenge. It should help you grow as … Continue reading Where is the home you are looking for?
How many times have you been mistaken for someone else in a crowd or when you are missing someone so dearly that you are constantly looking for bits of him in other people.I guess " The out of sight, out of mind" analogy doesn't work for the people who are longing for their lost ones.Love always leaves a deep impression on your soul, which is hard to forget. Love reflects in mysterious ways.
P.S: This thought has been inspired by my blogger friend Shantanu
This micro poetry is a prelude to a poem of the same name.Read the full poem here
When I heard you the first time I shifted my gaze to look for you in that crowded room your deep-throated voice stirred something inside my soul and started something I didn't know When I heard you the first time I felt as if you have called out to my sleeping soul and shook me … Continue reading Voice
This micro poetry is a prelude to a poem.Read the poem here
I'm anchored grounded, in your heart where my soul is resting peacefully undisturbed in its tranquility unaware of the turbid emotions taking birth in me A fleeting touch of your palms make the eyelids heavier dreams are becoming reality I have put my worries to rest as I rest my soul in your lap your … Continue reading Anchored
This post is in response to the daily prompt Assumption