Eternal

Of Walks not yet Walked,
Of Talks not yet Talked;

Of Hands not yet Held,
Of Eyes to be yet Beheld;

Of Laughter always Missed,
Of Lips yet to be Kissed;

Of Hair with which to Play,
Of a Lap in which to Lay;

Of a Smile ever so Shy,
Of a Touch ever so Sly;

Of a Voice to fall Asleep,
Of a Look haunting Deep;

Of a Body to hold Near,
Of a Soul to hold Dear;

Of Wisdom which never Expires,
Of Compassion which ever Inspires;

Of an Essence that lets freely Roam,
Of a Presence which feels like Home;

Of a Love always blooming Prime,
Of a Voyage together, beyond Time;

Eternal,
I Dream...

Memory

In a Memory fondly Imagined
Together on a Beach, We Laid

Humming Content Silent Smiles
To the Tune of the Waves' Songs,

The Sun kissed us a Dusky Farewell
The Moon hailed a Silver Embrace,

The Breeze lent a Sensuous Caress
As Eyes fathomed Eyes' inky Depths.

Breathed

The air even, seems drenched in the rain Cooling, beautiful; unrelenting, incessant The sunrise was imagined as was sunset It was all grey outside and blue in within Yearning some warmth I closed my eyes Yes, it was there to feel, but not to touch; Vision of that rising fireball on the horizon It may be from the past, but belongs to the Future imagined; destined to soon arrive.

I breathed the drenched Air; yet felt warm.

Asleep

Drop by drop it trickled-
The viscous dark of a
Tired sluggish night, and
In inky hairline whorls
Began to seep into the
Milky silver of the moon,
Slow and deliberate.
Scary it seemed yet it wasn't;
Only of a mesmerizing beauty,
Like a divine masterpiece
Hypnotically painted,
For my very eyes,
Right besides me, as I see
Your dark wavy locks slowly
Fall hauntingly over
Your tender sleeping Face.

Impassioned

Eyes inky closed moist,
Lips rosy trembling apart,
Tresses fanned out in wavy rays,
Chest arched heaving ragged,
Arms locked in tempestuous embrace,
Fingers gripped in brimming passion,
Legs entangled in boiling frenzy,
Heels dug in stubborn craze,
Hearts sounding an inflamed beat,
Breaths caught and blown deep,
Minds churning in sensuous whirls,
Consciousnesses explosively merge,
As
Existences live a cathartic release. 

I Think

I think am a poet

My verses come easier with your sunshine smile.

I think am a writer

My words ring truer when you look at me. 

I think am a painter

My colours brighten when you wake up in the mornings.

I think am a sculptor

My forms express more when I see you in lost repose.

I think am a musician

My notes sound moved when I hear your laughter twinkle.

I think am a singer

My voice soars when I just say your name.

I think am a dancer

My feet tap divine to your inner rhythm. 

I think am a preacher

My sermons find meanings in your conversations.

I think am a soothsayer

My seances find comfort in your simple presence.

I think am a gardener

My flowers bloom bright at your fragrant arrival.

I think am a carpenter

My wood shines at your soft touch.

I think am an engineer

My machines run smooth like your honey voice.

I think am an accountant

My numbers add up right on your dainty fingertips.

I think am a doctor

My stethoscope finds its beats from your generous heart.

I think am an astronaut

Your kiss leaves me more breathless than outer space.

I think am a teacher

My lessons are all learnt from your fathomless love.

I think, am I who I think I am?

A simple man, I think again

In your love, I am

What I think I am.

Dive

From behind my 
Lidded eyes,
I watched you dive
Naked
Into the churning ocean
That was language.
And from its 
Eloquent depths,
Statuesque you emerged,
Elegantly draped with-  

Poetry.

Mere

A chemical
Black and sticky
Devoid of any 
Meaning of it's Own
It merely is-
Ink.
Yet, this mere ink 
When shaped by minds
Sculpted by thoughts
Forged by ideas
Driven by visions
And committed to print,
Assumes identities
Profers meanings
Preaches inspirations
Conveys views
And tells stories,
On what was
A mere blank-

A mere
Piece of Paper.

Irresistible

I often wonder
What Newton would say
If he was around this day
And he saw me as I am
With and around you.
He, perhaps, would have 
Bowed down before
Our very own Bard of Avon,
"Dear Good Sir! This phenomenon here
Is simply beyond my Physic-al ken.",
For, this, no science could explain.
The wise old Bill 
With a chuckle would've said
"Dear Issac my boy fair,
At the wrong apple you stare!
With a tempted bite this all began,
And not when it fell on your head, 
                               you Wise Man!"
Let's ignore the rhyme and meter,
For old Bill's, well, too old; rather
Just listen to what he told.
What Newton called a phenomenon,
Shakespeare simply called it Love.

Hence my Dear Love, on Me
It's an irresistible Gravity you exert.
And despite whatever cold science has to say, 
It is in Your warm Orbit that I am forever,
                                                  Meant to Stay.

It

I spied,
I saw,
I looked,
I waited.
It reached,
Your Eyes-
Dainty,
Elegant,
Quiet,
Subtle,
True-

Your Smile.

I Smiled.

Decay

Every shed tear washes away,
A verse
Off my body,
A poem
Which unbeknownst to you,
You have been writing.
With every tear washed verse
I become that much lesser;
Decaying away verse by verse
From the inside out.
I fear
I may never be complete-
Forever remain
An unfinished trope.
Though am yet,
Alive.
Alive enough to fill the aged inkwell
With every tear washed comatose verse.
Would you dip your nib in;
Would you then refill the voids
Left by the decaying verses;
Would you trust again
In your own verses to come together
And rise beyond a mere poem, into
An Ode, 
Humbly and gratefully singing
Of your brave beautiful heart;
Would you begin to
Believe again?

Would you....?

Dots

A Rainwashed Night Sky An inky blue-black Iridescent with the promise Of a Moon soon, meanwhile The Stars reign the expanse Little pin-pricks of light Masquerading as Diamonds Studded on that Cloak. I sit, longingly look up 
And like a kid My eyes connect them as dots And despite the miles in between I see you right in front of me, Alight, Aglow and Glittering in that Rainwashed Night Sky.

Do I...

I feel, or do I...
Cold and Distant
Voided
Empty
Just a shell
Spiritless
Not Living
Just an Existence
Meaningless
Purposeless
Life less
A Haunting Misery 
Is all that is Left
And
Fathomless Reasons.

I crave for Light
For Air.

I wish for Breaths,
For Beats.

I long for a Touch,
An Embrace.

I hope for Life,
For Love.

I pray for Oneness,
For Togetherness.

My Penance is for You,
For Us.

I wait for that enchanted
New Dawn...

When? When?