Lovers (Micro poetry)

Desire

“Ultimately, it is the desire, not the desired, that we love.”  ― Friedrich Nietzsche If I drink and lick that sweet wine that elixir dripping from your fingers it will resurrect all my ashen dreams lying lifeless in my graveyard of thoughts it will resurrect me and bring me down will take out the nails and un-crucify …

Voice

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 …

Lovemaking (Micro poetry)

This micro poetry is a prelude to a poem.Read the poem here

Anchored

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 …

Between- a love poem

Between the spaces of my heartbeats I have knitted you a home Come sit and feel cozy nestled deep in the  embrace of my  soul oozing with the overflowing love that elixir gushing out of  every single pore of my self dripping from the fingertips Come, get washed up in the fountain of sweet milk and honey …

Location

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 …