Those Eyes

His cabin was few distant than mine.
All I did see his eyes, everyday, gazing,
Sending a chill down my spine.

Some days, I wished to see beyond those penetrating eyes.
But modesty wrapped a shawl.

Finally, I found those eyes in the cafeteria, smiling.
That was the first time I saw him,
Lean frame with a french cut,
complexion of the setting sun.

As I tried to register his presence,
he sauntered towards me.
Gulping my breath, I remained rooted,
Clueless about his intention.
He sat across me, while lighting a cigarette.
From the dense smoke, I saw him,
So close, yet so distant.

Suddenly he said "let's go"...
And I followed him like I was in a trance.
As we climbed our thoughts to the terrace,
The silence between us echoed every second.

We reached where we weren't supposed to.
Time was silent, so were we.

Then he looked at me
And said "your eyes, they speak...we had to meet".
Saying this he came closer,
And whispered "I wish to make love to your eyes,
Quite an engaging story they convey"!

Fragments

Memories refuse to fade

After all these years.

Why.

Everytime I see your frame, tears roll by

The heart still misses your warmth.

Seven colours with you

And lifelong death.

Chained to memories

I could never be the same again.

A part of me died with you.

Now I live in fragments.

©LR

Flames of Desire

The rituals seemed never ending

And I was becoming restless

For my hourly breast feeding

The hardening of my breasts

The increasing discomfort

And when the milk started staining my layer

I escaped from the chaos

To relieve my soreness

And then I found him,

Fagging by the balcony

Who was he

Maybe one of the guests

I didn't care, nonetheless

For when he looked into my eyes

I knew, I found my prey

His eyes slipped to my smudged drape

And he stopped right there

Sweats of apprehension glistened on his forehead

There we were

In the agonizing undercurrents.

Boldly inching closer,

I dragged him by the collar

And pressed my heaving bust

On his trembling chest

While he grappled to free me from chains

He kissed me with his ashened taste

By the balcony

Against the backdrop of the wedding

With mantras being chanted

With the conches blowing

We stripped each other

With his power throbbinge between my legs.

But first I ensured to relieve my soreness

And he did, with meticulous attention

To each of my fountain

Sometimes merging them

For the ultimate taste

As the sound of the rituals ending drifted in the air

I knew it was time for us to begin

Our rituals.

©LR