Nov 25, 2010 | Creative Writing
Your blush!
I look at your face
you look up at me
our eyes lock frozen in that moment
then suddenly you look sideways
you blush
and a smile lit up your face
my heart skips many beats
it leaps up to catch your gaze
O’ woman! Are you real?
or just an illusion
painted on my psyche
soaring higher with every gesture you make
I break myself from my tasks
I know what I seek is not right
but do I follow your advice?
I sit back and relax
I think of that pink blush
thought of your silky hair
four eyes that meet and scatter
your shoulders set straight under my arms
your breasts full grown against my beating heart
your flat midriff against my bulge
do you know how bad is my arousal?
Your inner void has chosen me
yet you keep me at bay
why do you make me suffer
do you have any answer?
Each day I come and we embrace
moment you touch me we are woven
we explore all we stand for
you alone and me alone
and end up being together
holding hands with lips locked
your tired nerves spread on my shoulder
my energies heightened with sensuous pleasure
I come to believe that this is the moment
and once again you send me back unquenched.
Nov 24, 2010 | Creative Writing
two words…
a thank you and one sorry
mere words or real emotions
I ask thee and you look at me
I imbibe your vacant hollow space
this still air sits heavy on my soul
my heart longs to reach out to you
my every single pore needs to vibrate with you
my singular silent prayers fall on morning dew
this very same air evades my outstretched arms
and begins to shower in this morning dew
fully undressed, uninhibited, unashamed
they run with embroidered shawl
they try to cover her up
they try to seal the sky over her head
she throws away her hair
and the droplets pierce the shawl
unabashed they try to cover her four corners
she blows hard with full force of her lungs
they all fall down and shawl is hung
the beautiful embroidered shawl
hung from the well of her being
adding more beauty to her naked charms
intoxicated they all look up at her
no longer do they feel the need to cover her up
again I say just two words
a thank you and one sorry!
Mere two words or a chain of emotions…
Nov 24, 2010 | Creative Writing
A dream.
My heart closed to love
I search aimlessly inside my dreams
trying to reach out to unknown travellers
those whose time has already expired
those who had left these shores
their footprints I chose to ignore
I need to see them for reasons unknown
reasons for lives snatched away from me
exhausted I long to find
I call out to them
none responds to me
I foolishly trace my own lost tracks
I stumble upon one stolen second
I see them peep through an opaque glass
their gaze meet mine I begin to rejoice
a short lived moment
will live longer than my lost dreams
I search for that stolen second
fallen from grace
I look around for freedom from this eternal pain
will it won’t it will it won’t it
I pick petals of my rose
one by one
I throw them all……
Nov 22, 2010 | Creative Writing
I am a little child
there you are one more of my kind
we collide
and we make some merry sounds
do we feel ashamed of
being what we ever are
ignorant of this world
in our hearts we encompass
love for all
yet we find
empty vessels shining bright
with soul less eyes
hollow interiors echo every emotion
all attempts of invasion go futile
yet we try
make sand castles sky high
there it comes a gush of tide
feet I try to keep dry
but you know
souls thrive only when
saline waters are inside
one more tale of myriad confusions
opens like one folk lore
sung and told
a thousand times
one emotion thrown in air
one more single time
boomerangs
many times
too many times!
Nov 18, 2010 | Creative Writing
An alien
a maze of thick vibrating wires
stretched over pyramids of glistening bright
steel giants
running along with leaps and bounds
every step as long as one mile
forest green bounded by human effort
watered with sweat give out blooms
of every colour shape and design
attract me, call my name and I have to abide
I walk down the clouds of restlessness
and zoom in to see more
I see one vibrant enchantress
wearing a skirt over her skinny legs
I see one mischievous magician
with moustache spun like one big spoon
I see minions running around
establishing nothingness with glee
I see hens carrying shining steel tiff-ins
emptied but now heavier on their drooping shoulders
I see electric sharp walks
as the feet run to reach homes
I see blushing faces peeping pink from veils
I see bridegrooms walking one step behind
taking stock of moments that might come or may not
I know the fires have to be ignited again from cold coals
moons will be rolled out in all corners of the land tonight
like every other night
I know little kites will once again soar higher tonight
once again wind will blow
lovers will never forget to wait for their time
sweet fragrance will linger till the first ray of light
I am walking around checking all with my index finger
and I know I will never go wrong
since I have been landing here all the time
though they all claim to not to know me
for they know I have trespassed these shores
I have come from a planet not from my galaxy
for they know certainly that I am an alien!
