She in my life…

The first touch was hers
on my face those slithering fingers
the taste of grace, beauty and love together
such is a fondling mother

The tales of play and tease to remember
even the fights so severe couldn’t flinch
her presence in the end for my delicate care
such is a lovely sister

Then I fell in love with her
it was a beautiful surrender
sublimity or chaos it was perfectly rendered
such is an intimate lover

I see her everyday around me
living innumerable shades of life uniquely
with a hope in her eyes endlessly
such is a woman undoubtedly

She came in my life in forms differently
sometimes I failed to understand her
sometimes I failed to love but today
I want to walk with her with a promise
not to hold her hands so tightly
and let her waft in the breeze freely…

Happy Women’s Day 🙂

Miss Broon…

The poem is inspired from an instance of savouring melted chocolate with someone. The poem depicts this beautiful experience using a metaphor of the story of love between miss broon(chocolate, brown) and mr noon(afternoon). And the rest you can easily get!! 🙂

Skidoosh!

morning whooshed, in rush,

unaware of the crush, between noon,

and miss broon, sweet, supple and melting soon,

 

Oh, the lonely miss broon, you changed so soon,

I remember you were livid, you were rigid, you were frigid,

when you were lone, in that chamber, so cold, so vapid,

 

Oh, the lucky miss broon, we unshackled you so soon,

we brought you under the sun, where you met with mr noon,

and when he touched, you blushed, you thawed, you turned into a slush,

 

Oh, the happy miss broon, you fell in love with mr noon,

we loved you this way, we saw you both sway, to that corner,

silent and warmer, the sound of squeeze, squelch and licks, simply, no tricks,

 

Thank you miss broon, why your tryst with mr noon ended so soon,

the splash of your love, which fell on my cuff, reminds me of you,

you made my day, I will have you, once more, very soon, with mr noon

I am a Chain Smoker…

(The poem compares life with smoking a cigarettte and how I desire to have several lives to relish physical reality again and again.) 

Smoke is what I’m made of,

my thoughts are not bubbles,

they are circles, entwined,

entangled, rising up to die,

making me drear, for they

are born between the silence

of my breaths, with one drag,

or two puffs, here and there,

burned are my believes,

smoldering there, in that

ash tray lying underneath,

I smoked one third of my

snout without a doubt,

with its butt as my dream

which I held tight, even

on knowing that soon

my cig will be doused,

the butt will be thrown out,

and you will trample it under

your feet, but now I shall

breath my smoke deep,

let it reach not to my lungs,

but to every vein in my heart,

I shall not stop sucking it now,

even if an apocalypse wreaks,

one smoke can not sate me,

I will burn one more, coz I’m a

chain smoker, addicted to smoke,

I desire that my pack will not

finish till eternity…

A Little Light…

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A little light
the remnant of stars delight
hugs darkness and fills this night

A little light
invites us home to clasp tight
play in joy and pray to might

A little light
to celebrate our perspirations tonight
bursts the firework of abundance in our lives

I wish you a little light
to fire the lamps on your every stride
that leads to prosperity and paradise

I wish me a little light
that lightens the depths of my heart
to find the secrets I have never known quite

I wish the world a little light
to see the invisible weaving of love inside
that binds us beyond the word and sight

The splendor of little lights
catches this moment and place so caressingly
Wish You a Happy Deepawali! 🙂

Diwali – the festival of lights! Diwali is one of the most enchanting festival of India. Diwali, the words comes from Sanskrit ‘Deepawali’, meaning ‘rows of lights’. The Festival of Diwali is celebrated with gaiety and enthusiasm throughout the country. India looks resplendent on Diwali day as all streets and houses light up with traditional Diwali Diyas, candles and strands of small electric bulbs to mark the Festival of Light. Diwali Festival is supposed to lead us to the light of knowledge from the darkness of ignorance.
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