Her lips,

a bronze ashen curve

unlike caramelized hush of lullaby

lamenting the tales

of warriors and chevaliers;

Like a roar it swirls -

at odds with her sealed smile,

Frigid, numb and metaphorically iced.

I peek in her eyes,

Those honey sweetened blend

but coated with blemishes,

lashing the rays

of unfathomable hives.

Her arms,

drumming my pulse less beats

unlike the past

striking me mildly for my playful deeds.

Tis’ day

I witness a rally of vermillion red

railing in the ducts of bitumen,

Flecks of argon mingled -

with infinite globin chains.

And hence I recite my farewell’s hymn

“In the depth of your matrix,

I grasped to breath

Under your benign stitched shawl,

I fed my feed

Today in your lap,

I mastered to sleep.”

**//**

Like butterscotch-

roofed over cascatta paste,

I savour the flavor of the swift dawn

with my naked sleepy eyes,

witnessing a scenery painted

in an amber summoned taste.

Drifting slowly from the golden shimmer,

theft by the entrails of the peach stolen mist;

the clouds gliding like the foam over sea,

Visible for f e w s e c o n d s,

But the next moment melanised in a flee.

Under midline spectrum

of the noon’s bask,

peek the hanging glittery lamps

atop the gravity stricken cliffs

shadowing the marshes breathing

in the chemistry of its flask.

As the day moulds,

lifting from scented lavenders

towards the aroma of full moon’s tide.

Wishing the farewell -

to the tamed carpets

and greeting our canopies

while a lazy grin slides.

A drizzle of hopeful light

cascading afar the long forgotten oceanic dye.

Magical to live when living is dignified

In submission to the Lord;

For heaven awaits, a sanctuary unknown

but the heaven of my everlasting abode.

**//**

Heart in shallow cave

of hidden desires.

Mind w a n d e r i n g like

impulses entangled in dancing attire.

Under a curved ravine

My ship sails,

Of feet dipped in vexed chakra,

missing entrails of the shallow cave.

In my ears

still e c h o those curvy desires

But these *jinxed eyes*

crave to trade a branded way.

~

Like the sky and the sea

encompassing a world within,

meeting at the horizon,

so close yet so f a r

...

Before we get old

I want to live in your arms

entirely soaked under your folds.

While you breath the oxygen,

I inhale your fragrance

to keep my lungs crowded

because I want my love directed

only towards your soul.

I want your beats

to be my orchestra

where my strings vibrate

under the influence of your tunes.

Before we get old

I want to make you learn

that love is not an obssession

but a dedication in submission to one's soul.

...