There are nights

When I wish to be

By your side

Feeling your beats against mine

Soaking your being into mine

There are nights

When I see the stars

In your eyes

Till the birds croon of twilight

There are nights

When I don't make love to you

But find love

In being with you.

©LR

 

She asked me "are you lonely"

I smiled and replied

I have the company of self

Where I celebrate my being

In solitudinal distance

It helps me retain my semblance

Besides, loneliness is a state of mind

Sometimes, in the chaos of voices

I find lost in that incessant chatter of perceptions

I try to probe the meanings

And significance of one's existence

For that I chosen the company of self.

©LR

 

The moon desired to get marked

Whether crescent

Or in bloom

She was high

Always was

Before her monthly rites

When her hormones rage

Enough to distract a cogitating sage

She decided she has to find a prey

Someone

Somewhere

And then he crossed her path

She could feel his eyes

Prying on her

Not now she thought

I will take him, in leisure

At the twilight hour

She knocked on his door

Sleepy and groggy as he opened his abode

I need to be marked

Saying so she pushed him on the chair

Sitting cross legged

She lowered her dress

Bite me till I hurt, she commanded

I can't do that ma'am, he pleaded

I know you have your eyes caress my flesh, she whispered

I am not asking for sex

I simply yearn to be tattooed

On my breasts

With that she pulled him towards her chest

To resist her

Was impossible

So he feasted on her breasts

As her husband was snoring downstairs

He painted her glorious flesh

Till she was beautified in his lust

She left her tenant

Throbbing for more...

©LR

 

I am tired of understanding

Sometimes, I wish to be understood as well

The distance I seek

The silence I speak

In life's chaotic waves

So much of me is gone

So much of me still left

But when I look in the mirror

All I find is

Scars

And emptiness.

©LR

 

So cold you have become, he remarked

Well, that's the fruit of your seasonal love

The metamorphosis from the spring of love

To the wintry drape

Found itself drenched in monsoon solace

Where I washed away

Residues of your love

Now that I have shielded myself with icy winds

You complain of my icy disposition!

©LR 

 

The distance between you and me

Is sometimes deafening

But still I like it that way

For its full of meanings

And respecting

The individual space

We wish to be in

We never coined a word

For our bonding

For we are free in spirits

Connected by understanding

The distance between you and me

Has a beauty of it's own

©LR

 

He was somewhere in the skies

Piloting through the infinite horizon

Sketching feminine elegance

As his passion

She was somewhere in her earthy space

Coursing through the odyssey of life

Inking her passion

With rage

And that's when they met

On virtual medium

He tapped on her door

She opened her window, cautiously

Just another she thought

And kept to herself

He didn't bother

For clouds were his comrade

She didn't encroach

For she found solace in herself

Months coursed to years

They remained in their private space

Sometimes he sketched her sensual grace

Which she acknowledged

Be there, one day he wrote

Elucidate, she replied

You are a rare woman

Of beauty and intellect

I realise, you wish to keep away from love and lust

Since you are tied by marital thread

You know the magnetic pull you cast

With your ignitng words

And treacherous curves

Yet, you remain distant

I want you

As a man desires a woman

But, I want you to be there

As a companion

For the vibe you radiate

Has garnished my life

With happiness

You are aware of my desires

But I won't pursue you for it

I will leave it on you

That's all I have to say, he attested

Just be there

Neither I wish to spin love

Nor I wish to escape after any escapade

I just want you to be there

Me, in my skies

You in your earthy rawness

Our confluence

A dreamy confluence.

©LR

 The way she cloaks her sensuality

With her wealth of hair

The way she becomes a passionate study 

In her primeval darkness

And surges my restlessness

Devouring my thoughts

And existence

She the Devi

I wish

Want

And wait.

©LR

 

I have already stolen you

From you

There's no escape from me

For when I seize

I capture the mind

Flesh is just a part.

©LR

 

To meet you

On the pretext of work

Is an excuse

For I wish to be seen

From your eyes

They give away the feelings

You hide

Sometimes your eyes are evasive

Sometimes penetrative

I relish the effect

I have on you

So much we both communicate

But our eyes whisper desires

So intense

We both suffer from the vibes

I so wish to see myself again

Through your eyes.

©LR