Come here my love,
Let me submerge,
In our love,
Slowly.
Let me feel you,
Your heart, soul,
Straining for me,
Placidly.
Give me your beauty,
So I’m imbued,
In its radiance,
Sunburnt.
Let your hair flow,
And ensconce me,
So I exhale,
Released.
We are here now,
With our love.
So be here,
Forever.
The kisses and caresses,
Are fickle, illusive.
But our dreams,
Real.
So come lets dream,
Plant a seed,
Of love here,
Now.
Slake a scorched world,
Which seeks just
One thing now,
Love.
Come, let us dissolve,
Forget our “I”s,
Into one Life,
Together.
This poem wrote itself. I wanted to write more but it just brought itself to a conclusion and wouldn’t budge. When I read it again, it didn’t feel incomplete at all. Strange feeling, but in a good way =).
I love you, for your sweet smile,
Revealing those crooked teeth,
The infinite fuzz your hair are,
The way you fumble and screw up.
But most of all, I love the way,
I can talk to you endlessly.
You love me,
For that couple of hair on my head,
My skin like silt, The way I always,
Love to ride my hyperbole.
And my strength as a man,
Every time I cry on your shoulders.
But wait, don’t tell anyone:
You’re supposed to be my Prize – beautiful and elegant,
And I’m supposed to be your Man – handsome and strong.
In this world of mass-media superficiality
And capitalism-induced inadequacy,
True love will always be, our dirty little secret.
So many gaudy flowers here
empty, cloying sweetness,
I flutter and come to you, My wildflower,
For only you exude
The nectar that I crave.
– For my love
In this piece I have tried a completely new style — no style. That is, no rhyme but some reason =P. I don’t even know if this is prose or poetry or whatever. I am illiterate as to these technicalities anyways, so how could it hurt, right? =)
I fear change, yes, I do,
But never changing? I fear that too.
The world keeps changing,
For me that is constant stress,
But what if it stopped changing tomorrow?
For some days, I’d be relieved,
But after that, life would be worthless.
If I didn’t change, I’d be a rock.
If the world didn’t, it’d be dead.
We are messengers of change,
And still we hate it so much,
In work, in love, in everything we do.
Why is this so?
Because we don’t understand life,
Because we don’t understand love,
Because we refuse to see they are the same.
Living is not the pursuit of happiness.
Where is happiness, haven’t you felt?
Happiness and Sadness walk hand in hand,
They are friends, they are in love,
But we want one and forget its essence.
Loving is not the pursuit of a person.
Where is a person, haven’t you felt?
What we were yesterday, what we are today,
They all dance, merge, fight, cry, kiss and laugh,
Can you call one of them your life and the other not?
We want to love, but we don’t want to embrace,
We want to live, but we don’t want to see, that –
Everything is changing, we are all not here,
We are songs of creation, rhythms in motion,
And we want the music to play, but the notes to stop,
Stop, so we can look at the notes and love them forever,
But alas, if a note would stop, it would lose our love.
The music is the song of love, not the notes,
The rhythm is life, not the ups and downs.
Listen, if we would just listen closely,
If we would let ourselves be for a while,
With each change for the better or for the worse,
In each giggle and in each tear,
We would hear life itself singing,
The song of change, the song of love.
A small child is jumping outside,
On his small dune of sand,
His tiny shoes fly in the air,
Amidst a shower of grains…
Grains of freedom, grains of joy,
Each grain filled with a million laughs,
A million giggles, a million squeals,
A million dreams of what could be.
And then someone tells him
To grow up and stay,
Learn to sit still in one place,
Learn to learn, Learn to obey…
Learn to follow what others say,
Learn to dream dreams,
That are not his own,
But the dreams of those who say.
Their own dreams were quashed,
By this harsh world, they tell,
They want you to be safe and sound,
Never dare too much, they yell.
The child is tamed, he sits and reflects,
“Yes, its all so reasonable, mature,
Let me sit, concentrate and focus”
And slowly he turns into a young man…
He has achieved what they wanted,
He has achieved what he thinks he wanted,
But one day he walks outside,
And sees a girl dance in the rain…
She’s so free, so simple, without a care,
She has a heart where malice won’t dare,
Without hesitation she turns to him,
And leaves herself to his every whim.
Suddenly, he feels alive as a child,
He throws his briefcase in the air,
Takes off his coat, takes off his tie,
And lifts her up in his arms so high…
A man is jumping outside,
In a pool of water with his love,
His big shoes fly in the air,
Amidst a shower of drops…
Drops of freedom, drops of joy,
Each drop filled with a million laughs,
A million giggles, a million squeals,
A million dreams of what will be.
The cold wind I kiss,
A heartbeat amiss;
Cold, my lips await,
My love’s warm embrace.
My heart goes aflutter,
Separation stings bitter,
My kiss slowly slips away,
Night wearily turns to day.
I lie restless, agitated,
My feelings frustrated,
I know not any peace,
Unknown is my disease.
And then,
A sudden gust of wind,
Passionately bursts in
And whispers in my ear -
“I have a gift from your dear!”
The gust mellows down to a breeze,
Caressing my lips with silken ease,
Oh! For aeons have I awaited this,
My love has sent me a fervent kiss.
