Tuesday, 9 August 2011

An Ode to you....


Sneak previewing of a gentleman with telescoping competence and calm
Entering my life like a storm and sweeping me off…
 Initially brutally challenging me with his acuity…his proxy presence is now a dictating necessity
A necessity which has been weighing on my mind ever since I met him…
A communicable gentleman with evocative foreshadowing’ who laced my life with creative poetry.
Infatuated I was with his winning personality, but completely floored with his trading charms.
Whether by his stylistic packaging with shirt’s two front buttons open or with his folded sleeves,
He was a man with tempting and shimmering reflections.
Stealing glance at him intermittently…. I tried to capture him in the depths of my five senses
Eyes: When our eyes used to meet, my heart missed a thousand beats…
Touch: The coincidental touch of fingers set my heart on fire transforming my thought into mischievous resonance…a feeling so dominant
Harboring thoughts expressing transparent incandescence’ I craved to feel him in my other senses’.
With yearnings for an opportunity where my logical inconsistency  merges with his cool rationality
But fantasies being fantasies….he is just a palpable fantasy
Dwelling on fantasies of inwardly wandering thoughts, I wanted to bid him a ‘tactile farewell of sorts.
Haunted in his magic spell and evocative style I was lost in the woods for a while
 No matter how much I try to tabulate my digressing thoughts but somehow his visibly invisible role haunts...
Sorely stung by the unfairness of the distance, now I just thrive on our framed moments...






Tuesday, 2 August 2011

Youthful Crushes.....


Life is getting stranger in thirties….with youths professing to have crushes on me!!
When I should be producing babies….I am being a muse of their fantasies!
Designating me as a ‘beauty par excellence’ the looks in their eyes being the ‘jeweled compliments’.
Makes me wonder what a woman in thirties can exude as such for youths to attract…
Magnetize youths, when there are ‘bountiful youthful radiance all around'.
God, now I am really at a loss as to how to deal with these youthful muses,
 who are too young to adorn me with their ‘embezzled gazes'!
It does feel good to be admired by both young and wise for a supposedly ‘populating radiance’
But to be relentlessly pursued with their 'investigative vision’ is discomforting and confounding beyond means. 



Monday, 1 August 2011

Proclaiming love

If I want to steal, let me steal your sorrows…
If I want to lie, let me lie with you forever….
If I want to cheat, let me cheat death for you my love…
For stealing, lying and cheating will be my way of loving you...