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 … Continue reading Voice

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I say,

I'm in entwined with you you ask me how I say, as the vines embrace the strong arms of the tree for their love and sustenance I say, I'm inseparable from you you ask me how I say, as the clouds hiding the bouts of rain in them I'm submerged in you you ask me … Continue reading I say,

Origin

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

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 … Continue reading Desire