A waning way,
A nasty night,
A sober sight...
A gleeful glare,
A fathom of fear..
Brewing blisters,
Yawning yesters,
Creamy colors,
Pleading pallor,
The misty marsh,
Hazy and harsh..
A lovely loner, with her lonely love!
Peace, the piece of my heart..
Pleasure, in thy love’s art...
Path that knows no thwart,
Plight, in the distance apart,
Pure since the day it starts......
Ravenous is the lust
Racing past the dust..
Real and robust.
,Royal and just...
Reaching for the world so vast.....
Imagination...
Intense passion....
Impregnable ,
immesnsely unforgettable..
Yearning for the love..
Young and fresh-
Yelling to
Yesterday’s dream......
A new day,
Adoring you in a new way
Amid the golden rays...
Amorously today!
Nervous..
Nascent..
Naive...
Noble.
Kisses temptation,
Kindles the passion..
Kneeling nights amaze your ignited rare pleasure!
Ever watched your phone buzz away, the caller being someone you desperately want to talk to at the moment? Try it, I assure, the pain doesn’t hurt that bad. It is just the conflict you have with yourself over the priority of the emotion that’s driving you crazy; you struggle to find out what’s nudging you the most-your wish to talk, your determination to defy your wish, your emptiness, or just the silly reason that’s keeping you from receiving the call!
It’s indeed funny how we walk away from our titbit heartbeats(apart from anyone, they include anything dear to us), leaving behind a few footprints, a few memories, a few bruises, and a plethora of reasons to glance back occasionally. And walking along, we realize, it’s neither the departure, nor the emptiness or pleasure aftermath that matters-it’s just the “happens for good” part of it! And finally, the heartbeats settle in some page of a diary, and if lucky, of a history book.
Why, you do smile with wet eyes when you discard your “favourite childhood skirt” someday; you’ve grown up, you won’t wear it anyway! Parents do send their kids away, and with time, the tears of separation fade away, the child’s success persists! We do leave our beloved behind! And we do move on after the separation!
Certain incidents do ping our lives occasionally, catalyse our emotions tremendously, and then remain “a part of life”.
Life, after all is a stage! It demands to get more and more dramatized! And you come out of the theatre saying, “Well, that was quite a play!”