Tuesday, December 4, 2007

The Divinity of Unconditional Love

Like a seashorein high tide,
My memory has failed
To wash off
The bond between us
because even today,
Hidden in the vast terrain,
there remains a speck,
A grain of sand
even if only a latent desire,
A Speck, that is - You…

There it will remain
for evermore,
until my body
turns to dust,
And that little speck
Returns to its Origins.

It will bring to my mind
Laughter and glee
and when I am desolate,
Company.
It will teach me
what and where
I am wrong
and sometimes,
It will soothe me
with its Silence.

I am its eternal devotee
No one can isolate me
from that tiny speck.

If not your company,
I wont let this go.
If not your touch,
I wont let this fade.
If not your smile,
I wont let this die.

If not you,
This is mine…

Evanescence...

"Silence that falls between Us tonight,
The rejun aroused soul, the darkness alights..."

His princely flesh, speaking of his might,
Her big Seductive eyes, shining so bright.
He ogles over her, touching her soft rosy lips,
Her watery eyes shut to his wits...

His manly breast, close to her now moves.
Holding her thin waist, sweeping her into his groove.
Her curly locks dancing across her fair chaste face,
Gazing it, He thought, "How stoically, could she lure him to daze!"
His lips curve into a teasing smile, pleading her to follow...
Losing herself, she hides her beauty, somewhere in his neck's hollow.

The moment intensifies, the warmth now grows...
The brimming love, unrestrained, in silent purity, starts to flow...

Moving her slender body into the heat of his burning lust,
She presses her supple lips onto his, as he turns into dust.
His raucous desires savor the sweet temptation...
And He retrieves, to his journey, into her Mystic Delusion...

Saturday, December 1, 2007

Life ~ A Mere Fake Play

I sit before the mirror,
all decked up for the play...
My hair curled up into a bun,
holding tight my thoughts, so stray.

I sit before the mirror,
all decked up for the play...
My lavender gown flowing along,
camouflaging away, my dreadful scars.

I sit before the mirror,
all decked up for the play...
The lovely brouch on my breast,
shadowing my bleeding heart in despair.

I sit before the mirror,
all decked up for the play...
The beautiful pair of white sandals,
anchoring me, down to this hell.

I sit before the mirror,
all decked up for the play...
Adorned with the fake smile,
ready to cheat, lie and betray.