return gift...

Choice…
Like a small pebble
To cup in your hands

My sweet return gift!

bitter flowers

The weird lip!
Coming back to me…

Tunnels of sort;
Lead to me…
Sans help…
Warped, forlorn, bitter flowers

Your name writ large on me!

I d give away everything
To have you!

if it may please...

Bound,
Your way…

Hoarding love…
Love spent,
May lose its volume!

Going back…
Leaving…
Emotions keep flowing,
Only in the opposite direction…

re-named

Re designed, Re packaged, Re named…
Pain was never so painful by any other name…

Fool

He anticipates surrender…
Only, wings don’t have knees !

Almost my child…
Ears to my heartbeats…

Victory/ defeat..

Victory that she still misses you?
Or
Defeat that even when she misses you so much, she doesn’t come to you?

A kiss may replace a thousand words;
Just that you speak faster than I may comprehend

Pain

Pain,
A day of....
And I can feel every millimeter of my skin..

Your smell like that of first rain
Touches my breath when I m asleep

Haunts me when I m awake

Taming the wild wind,
Treading my way into the wilderness...

Uprooting old tattered roots,
Letting the grounds breathe...

Turning the horizons upside down,
Making water reach the skies...

small room...

A small room song..
All my breaths get echoed back...

A rendezvous most precious…

A slow miracle fills me up…
But I utter not a word…

An innocent hug...
Never leaves questions to be asked…

The honey of your lip still lingers in my mouth…
The nibble of your lip asks for my skin…

I have so much to “return” to you…
And I have so much to “take”

i know...

A sucker for love…
You have me your fool;

And oh, your diamonds burn so smooth…
Your fire never leaves my heart…

Soothes my senses…
But keeps me ever so blue…

ecstatic..

Ecstatic…
Dipped in your honey…
I immerse into a new beyond.

Let me sleep, sweet night…
Please don’t wake me up to a morning…
Ever again…

Ineffable...

A dance too loud to display…
A moan too sweet to bother…

Where did you leave me last?
Where did you pick me up again?

When were the shallows lifted high?
When did Mozart begin his symphonies?

i come to you...

Bare foot…
I walk to you;
Miles I slog…
Thorns and stones I pass...
Scorching suns I swallow.

Bare heart I reach your door…
Don’t keep me waiting;
Thirsty...
I come to you…