Her tiny tale of love...

That racy morn she stepped towards him,
Sat by his side as he closed his eyes.
Hair half wet and a glow on her skin,
Little did she know, this wasn't wise!

She stroked his arm with her gentle touch,
"Wake up sweetheart, it's getting late!"
Half sleepy but fully awake,
He smiled and left the rest to fate!

She knew what he wanted for that smile was new,
Of course she was waiting, desiring the same,
Resting her hand now on his chest,
She tried to wake him up again.

This time he held her tight in his arms,
Bringing her closer as she turned red.
The perfect picture, a beautiful moment,
As they caressed each other lying on the bed!

She looked at him with eyes full of love,
As he smiled again in her arms,
He heart beat faster as she got lost,
She was a prey to all his charms...

No one between them as love took over,
Gently they kissed and all felt right.
He had brought to life what was dead inside her,
Out of the darkness, she came to light!

She still remembers the taste, his lips, his tongue,
That fragrance, the touch is fresh on her mind.
Those ten minutes of life that she really lived,
Made her fall in love... Love that's truly blind!!!


19th April 2017

THE WIND OR THE SUN????

Hush! Let me hear the sound of the wind

That blows by my ears and whispers a word,

A word of invite to a mysterious land

That is unseen and unheard.

 

“Follow the leaves that blow with me,

Those which are dry and long dead,

Dead, but are now alive in their spirit,

To sleep forever in the snuggest bed”

“There you will find real emotions and blues

That are fake, fraudulent and untrue,

Untrue in this world full of pretentions,

So come with me to darkness new!”

“You sound like the charming serpent!”

I say to the wind, “and lure me to take the final call,

A call that will end all sorrows forever

And will rid me of scrapes, big or small.”

“But wait! let me look at the message of the sun

It has been trying to show me a stream

The stream of light that holds me back

And lures me to take a dip in the dream.”

“It’s the dream of holding my head high

As I fight all the darkness spread around

And then sleep in contentment of my victory

Over my fears that keep me bound!”

 So I shun the wind and open my arms

To the radiance of a tough but warm sun,

And take on the spirit of a true fighter

And not give up till am happy and done.

28th September

2011