Poetry: Sweet Surrender

I am retracing the sweet silver path,
You engraved in my heart,
Back to where we parted ways.
This time if I find you,
I will gently bear you in my bosom wherever I go.
I am all set to go,
And there is only your spirit to shine my way through this dark hour.
For your spell over me is like an everlasting song of sweet affection.
For if ever my heart beat in harmony
To the rhythms and echoes of another distant heart,
If ever my soul yearned after the warmth of another soul,
If ever my spirits knew the sublime happiness of tender affections,
Then my life knew none other in sweet surrender.

POETRY - SHARDS OF BROKEN GLASS

SHARDS OF BROKEN GLASS
As real as reflections on polished glass,
Your fragile beauty; vividly dwells in my mind,
Your ethereal presence; comforting for every hour I pass,
Each minute lost in thought; hoping love in you to find.

For in sweet surrender; I drift along in a heady trance,
My soul in turmoil; gladly counting each passing day,
My feelings all on fire; yearning to get a chance,
For just a moment; all my heart’s desire to say.

But forsaken and lonely; like a lost spiritual pilgrim of old,
My flames of passion flare, and my heart burns with a crave,
My arms aching; just your supple body to hold,
So that my dead soul; can rise from this emotional grave.

Like the ocean; my heart opens wide,
Reaching out in grace; your tender love to embrace,
But my pure devotion; sail against time and tide,
And now I feel; as melancholic as a penitent in disgrace.

Daily I search my heart; but find no hate,
For in reposeful sweetness; within me you stay,
Like an angel of hope; sent by heavenly fate,
Peace of mind to give; when meekly I pray.

Now my dream is shattered,
By a painful memory; of a moment’s passionate token,
That like a raging storm; has left my feelings scattered,
Like shards of glass broken.

Poetry - IS IT LOVE OR LUST?

IS IT LOVE OR LUST?
When no word or sound is heard,
When the hint of a ravishing smile,
Like the sparkling sun,
Mellows darkness out of my heart,
Is it love or lust?

When she beams a direct look at me,
And heaven opens in my heart,
When our hearts as one twine,
Each joyfully saying you are mine,
Is it love or lust?

When I burn with fiery desire,
And desperately long to be part of you,
When your gait is a symphony of gracefulness,
And your voice a sweet melody in my ears,
That nourishes hope in my soul,
Is it love or lust?

When we fall into each other’s arms,
When our lips part in an instant,
Of eternal breathlessness,
When tongue deliciously touches and teases tongue,
In an intimacy of hot kisses,
When flames of passion,
Engulf both of us in flowery oblivion,
Is it love or lust?

Poetry - Dream from an Eternal Goddess

Dream from an Eternal Goddess

I saw all heaven and earth rejoice,
When a princess was born;
For she became a rare choice,
When nature’s splendor was apart torn;
To unsheathe her from the cloak of beauty eternal.

Then again,
I see angels sing in glory,
And dance to tunes of veneration;
For she has become a goddess whose story,
Make men in this generation;
Bow at her feet in mute supplication

And now,
Like the tantalizing aroma of lemons,
The magic in her charm and looks;
Thrills my senses as holy sermons,
From the sacred books
Can shine through the darkness in my heart.

For I dream of tomorrow,
When her affection’s effervescent presence;
Will wash my soul of sorrow,
Like a delicate scent that defies pretense,
But which overcomes the senses with pleasure.

When she speaks,
Like the tinkles of sweet chimes;
Her soothing voice echoes wedding bells,
Which softly ring all the times;
When my heart falls under her spells.

And so I long to live eternally,
And listen to her vital voice whisper
A delicious melody,
That only two souls united in sweet harmony
Can hear, so do not fear
To pluck the fruits of tender love,
And suck on the sweet juices of devotion,
I am dying to place at the doorstep of your heart.

POETRY - HORRORS FROM FACEBOOK

I have lost my soul in a haze
Wherein my heart has become metallic,
But it refuses to be a slave;
In the palace of pulses and static.

My emotions are just but bare wires and cables
In which warm human feelings are replaced,
By truth bedecked in fables;
And intimacy, dead and decayed.

So with thoughts trapped in a maze,
My heart, frail and fearful,
Quails before an agonizing daze;
That leaves me lonely and tearful.


For know I not where to follow,
To escape from this place, threatening and diabolic;
That each time leaves me afraid and hollow,
With love that is sterile and symbolic.

Now only pain and anguish awaits,
Each time I touch the magical boxes;
Where all humanity in forms counterfeit,
In subdued horrors, speak to each other like trapped foxes.

POETRY - JUST A KISS

JUST A KISS

My lovely little blue–jay,
How your plumes
As gentle as a serene soothing day;
In me triggers ripples of tenderness
And sighs
That makes my soul break forth
As a songster
Trilling a thrilling melody,
Of adoration;
Serenading a hearty tune
Of a youngster
Whispering a sweet song;
Of admiration
Like love doves cooing in a groove.

My feelings twirl, turns, tosses and tumbles,
At once plunging to fathomless
Deep depression;
Seeking, questioning, divining…
But still fumbles.
Yet again, idolizing,
Rises to lofty heights of inspiration.

I am a slave suckling passion’s fantasy,
But a child on the wings of fancy
Chanting a heart-warming song of longing
At the sacred shrines
Of your heart’s sweet affections.
How rosy and fragile you look?
Delicate shoots of new-born flowers,
Needing love’s nourishing care
Yet possessing love’s consuming power.

Mistress of my heart,
Maiden of my dreams,
How I long for you,
To be forever a part
Of this being shattered by screams –
Screams of joys never found,
Screams for love lived and lost,
Screams of delight never bound
Screams for emotion’s compassionate host,
Screams of ecstasy and expectations,
Screams of despair and dejection.
Maiden of my heart;
Mistress of my pines,
You are my goddess of bliss
To whose distant shrines
My soul yearns and searches for just a kiss.

POETRY - A FLEETING MOMENT OF LOVE

A FLEETING MOMENT

At first eye and eye…
A brief exchange, vacant.
But fleetly discreet a spark;
Of recognition – where?
Of familiarity – why?
Of acknowledgment – perhaps.
Acknowledging what…?

Then a swift turning of the head,
Eyes searching…
A false step, stumble, a crash.
OUCH! That hurts –
Rubbing a bruised temple
And burning under the baleful stare
Of a growling giant,
I croak…``Sorry…’’ and move on.
Mind searching.
Nebulous feelings, enfeebling.
Heart searching…
Then delirious sensations, a dizzying spell
Starts tingling with my nerves,
Once more I turn, Scanning…
But all I see are unfamiliar faces.
That face…those eyes…that smile!
Was it really a smile meant for me?

Hours pass, full of dreams,
Days flow, in thought filled streams
As sweet as warm wine,
Bringing back sweet memories
Of a flashing moment.


Then again, another time;
A different place, a new moment.
Another look – transfixing
Then the same feelings again’
Of recognition
And a merry smile,
And an imperceptible nod
Of familiarity
And acknowledgment –

My heart lurches, cheering wildly,
Inviting an impetuous and capricious spirit
That sets my mind whirling with thoughts…
What wonders can an inaudible sigh hold?
What marvels lies behind misty eyes?
A visage gentle and coy.
Yes – love, the endless spell of a magical look, a fleeting moment

POETRY - PROSAIC DREAMS

PROSAIC DREAMS
In torrents of anguish unmitigated;
Everyone suffers their private torments.
In moments of personal hell
Shrouded by semblance of normalcy;
No one rejoices –
In the graveyard of universal posturing.

Thought I life was as soft,
As the milky glow of
A silvery midnight moon.
But suffocating and meditating
In the dreadful depths of despair,
I still cannot fathom the mystery
For when effort unnumbered
Shout life is not benign,
The spirit flickers and blinks out.
But still –
The magnificent majesty marches on.

Though thought I
Life would be as gentle
As a placid sea,
And as sparkling as
The golden flame of a setting sun;
Now I know it is wild and wicked.

Times past,
Life’s radiant halo intoxicated my heart
Like sweet fragrance of creamy magnolias in bloom;
And thought I
It was a maiden amiable and alluring;
Seductive with rich promises
Of pleasures unimaginable.
But now know I better –
That life is a frigid lover;
A goddess with irresistible charms
At whose feet I kneel in submission,
But whose smile is scornful;
Whose beckoning is uninviting;
Whose embrace is cold and indifferent;
Whose love is a song of rejection.
And so in dejection
I am resigned to a lifetime of hopelessness
Within the blackness of a heart
Where mercifully pain benumbs
In a choreography of prosaic dreams.

POETRY - RESIGNATION

RESIGNATION
Ensnared by thought, thought and thoughts
My entire being in a life-long captivity is.
My whole life has not known,
Any moment of respite;
A minute of peace;
A second of bliss;
Nor a hint of release
From this fort of turmoil
That in impregnable majesty,
Looms large and unshakable –
A key in hand, lock in place;
An eternal and inexorable guard against escape
From this confining damnation, doom, miseries and tribulations-
In a palatable guise – life.

I am not privy to destiny’s cabinet council,
To fate’s executive seat,
And to fortunes supreme command.
This are relics from a distant and alien past
And emissaries to a bleak and sinister future.
Timelessness, it seems, surpasses agelessness,
For what does not cease with and in time?
Death? Life? Agony?

Only time does not freeze.
Ever present
Out of mind, out of space.
And how am I, a mere mortal
Supposed to contend with time?
With what am I to fill up the chasm-
This present?
How am I to dance to
The chimes of times echoing
An esoteric melody?
Only time can tell,
For isn’t it time alone that matters?

POETRY- WHEN SOME DAY I TRULY LOVE.

WHEN SOME DAY I TRULY LOVE.

When your foot-falls,
Echo chimes of affections,
By gently treading on my soul,
And softly knocking the door of my heart,
Waves of tenderness burst forth in me,
Like beautiful April flowers,
Blossoming in a thousand soft colors.

For years,
This question my life has been,
``When shall I truly love?''
And now,
Like the sun's golden rays,
Dispels darkness from the earth,
Your sweet, tender eyes,
Seem to tell me,
That some day when I truly love,
Your presence will write a song,
Of eternal love in my life.

You come to me bearing a melody,
And like an Angel of mercy,
Your love beckons me to ,
A peaceful shore across ,
A turbulent ocean,
Where waves sing songs of passion,
Songs of joy and songs of laughter,
Songs of tenderness and songs of internal peace,
Songs of honesty and songs of trust,
Songs of veneration and songs of adoration,
Songs that will bind our lives,
In a chorus of unending happiness,
When some day I truly love.

POETRY - HOMELESS

In the fading light of day,

When dark hues of evening Stealthily wrap cold arms,

Of darkness around the Smiling visage of the city:

Desperate and Haunted I feel.



Homeless I am;

And like a lost wanderer In a wilderness,

I stand alone -

An anonymous presence,

Subdued and Sad.



I am a mere shadow,

Drifting aimlessly -

Lost.

Flitting about -

Afraid,

Of the gathering gloom

Whose warning whispers

Sing a litany of pain to me;

Thus....

You are alone,

You have no home,

You are starving.



I stand at a corner,

Beneath the blazing sign of

HOTEL HILTON;

Lost in thought,

Watching countless other shadows

Milling about like agitated ants:

Hoping to catch a familiar face.

But all I see are faceless people-

Homeward bound.



Burning with the desire to belong,

I feel as though

All burdens, cares and follies,

Of this world

Are heaped on my fragile shoulders

By a brutal and merciless god.



Tis then that sadly,

I look around me, contemplating;

My senses awakening to the vicious voices

Of the town going to sleep.



All the others have a purpose;

A destination -

Wherein there are loved ones,

And warm meals,

And hearty laughter,

And comforting arms.

But I have none.



In tearful dejection

I heave a heavy sigh of resignation

I slump next to a beggar and

We exchange furtive, glances,

Then the beggar lights up,

Smiles and says in sanguine tones

``WELCOME HOME''

I cannot hold back the tears which reminds me

THAT I MUST SUCCEED.

POETRY – TIME

POETRY – TIME
Since time judges man not by value,
But by honesty imbued with virtue;
With determination
Times greatest award
Becomes a footnote of
Fortune’s humble reward
In time,
A tender bud blossoms,
And in crystallized splendor
Turns to full bloom;
So do not smolder in gloom,
Nor yet drown in wine goblets –
For endurance is a measure
Of the simplest unknown treasure.

POETRY – SHADOW

When a stranger calls,
Welcome not the shadow
For as leaves from a tree falls;
The strangers shadow also follow.
But why did you come?
For when you chanced by,
Feelings that confound and overpower;
Feelings that entrap and imprison,
Promised sweet solace every hour…
And defying all reasons
I got intoxicated in a lunacy of affections.

Thus, gently shadow,
When you passed by
Warm ripples of pleasure
Cascaded down my spine in delicate tingles;
And in compelling waves without measure
My heart throbbed in pulsations of blissful jingles
Driven by a primeval surge of fierce desires.

POETRY – WHEN YOU WERE HERE

POETRY – WHEN YOU WERE HERE
When you were here,
I looked with my heart
For my eyes saw the shadow not,
But the soft fullness of a woman’s breasts
As enticing as ripe peaches-

When you spoke
I listened with my eyes
For my ears heard not your voice,
But saw the quiet demeanor of a dove
Lost in the joys of melodic cooing-

And now that you are gone,
In moments of solitary confessions
All I know are dreams…
Dreams,
Of wild intimacy of hot kisses;
Dreams,
Of lips softening like ice-cream melting in the mouth;
Dreams,
Of nipples begging for the slavery of my lips;
Dreams,
That brings the crescendo of erotic bliss;
Hot, potent dreams,
That sears longing in my heart
And an aching desire to be eternally possessed,
By love’s breathless and all-consuming spell.

POETRY – DRUMROLLS OF ADORATION

The sight of your face,
The intensity of your love
Sets my passions on a race;
And like the brilliance of a starry night above
Your presence, lovely and comely,
Forms a halo of radiance around my heart –
Tattered and lonely
And so, tenderness illuminates my inner parts.
Time ceases, then,
A visual celebration of your image
Builds butter-soft emotions
Whose loving touch, feathery and caressing,
Invades all my senses with every stolen glance.
Time is reborn, when,
The essence of your fragile femininity
Like the roar of distant thunder,
Sets my heart-beat
On drumrolls of adoration.