Calm

Midnight Sun…..

Midnight Sun

Tiny yellow lights, On big green trees,

Along the sidewalks, in our dreams,

where we walk, at midnight,

Beside the moonlit path, of white pleasures,

Craving your presence, I walked once here,

But now my love, I walk still here,

With you,

Never wake me up, from this heavenly dream,

Let this be my reality, to my grave,

This dream is, what I’ve been looking for,

All my life I searched, but here I found,

In my reality so you, seeming like a dream,

You don’t really know, how my heart talks to my bones,

Of mighty tales, of beating fast,

With every borrowed, touch of yours

I wish for this night, to never end,

For I don’t need no Morning light,

As you are my Midnight Sun, Under

These Northern Lights, of our shimmering love,

Sheltering our bodies in our arms, we thrive,

On each other’s breaths, feeding on your heartbeats,

We shall survive in my “dream”, My reality,

Shine away my Love, my Midnight Sun….

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Warming A Caged Heart…..

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Is it this vanilla night light upon the very calm waves, carving a pathway…
The reason for me to wish out of my sensical self of you, for you…
To be right here next to me, with your head upon my shoulders, resting…
Breathing, but oh so heavy that I can feel the heat upon my chest…
Caging my delicate heart, like you, for you to keep warm in these cold nights…
To shelter my soul with a briefest of touch, of your soul’s skin…
I wish in these times to loose all track of times, gone by or to come…
For one and only of many reasons I can possibly think of…
To be with you, in the spaces between this stillness of time…
To fill the gaps between the past and the future, healing cracks of the present…
You have this extraordinary gift you don’t know of, but I do…
The state of this peace I have attained, by just the thought of us, leveraging…
Our hearts for our souls, is not one sees in light at night around the darkest of corners…
But I have, for I have seen this light in you and I can’t walk back…
Knowing this vanilla pathway, leads me to you, your soul…
I shall just lie here still and wait, wait for you to come and rest upon my shoulders…
And warm my caged heart, under the chest you’ll someday breathe upon….

Unconditional….. (Inspired response to http://megachiku.wordpress.com/2014/04/23/unconditional/ )

Unconditional

You wrote me some lines, the truth from your eyes…

I do not have words, to explain my feelings…

Just a few broken letters I hold, for you my love…

I was sent for you, from high above….

 

You rule my mind like the queen unseen…

Filling my night’s dreams, with grasses green…

Wishing to wake up, to your smiling face…

Your thoughts make me smile, with all that grace….

 

But you are my first, real love per se…

It wasn’t love at sight, but a soul connection they say…

Like the child I see in you, in my loving arms…

My love you are, my eye’s twinkle and charms….

 

I need your summer kisses with every morning rise…

Right by your side, I’ll lay everyday in surprise…

We’ll grow old together, hand kept in hand…

But our love will be forever, like the sun and sand….

 

Stay right here in my arms, make me calm…

With every breath we’ll feed, our love storm…

You know I’d never lie, I’m the pages written for you…

You are my author, my love that’s true…

 

The thought of your beauty, resides in me deep…

A day or a year, in my heart you seep…

Every breath I take, calls for you time and again…

Our love is our freedom, there’s no place for chains….

 

You have in my heart, the best of the seat…

Strumming my nerves, with your song’s beat…

Melt in my soul, and illuminate in me…

Be the vital force in me, forever serene….

To Me…..

To me

Its one of those days, When you feel not so pretty…

When your heart is sulking, feeling a close self-pity…

You sit, you lie down, you cry your eyes out…

Then look at me, looking for a reason to smile and pout….

 

Now hold my hand, listen to what I think,

Listen to what I have to say, cuddle those puffy eyes don’t blink…

Give me just a second or two, to get in line my lines…

To justify your beauty, for I am at a loss for words so fine…

 

To just say that you’re beautiful, is like calling your name…

But what you truly are, a Picasso in my heart’s frame…

I’ve never seen anyone like you, so serene is your nature…

An experience is what you are, of a life of personified stature….

 

So pure, so innocent, with tears like rare pearls…

I’ll collect them off your cheek, one by one fixing your curls…

And save them for myself, in mini jars of our love…

To show you their worth, to my soul so dove….

 

Your blushing cheeks, possess a story in them…

Which your eyes do narrate, to fuel my flame…

Your hair just talks, to the wind and me…

About dreams of us, and what we could be….

 

It becomes so hard to breathe, when you turn to me and smile…

Then look down and wonder, if you’re so fragile…

Perfection is what you are, in your tiny imperfections…

I’d change myself and everything around, dare I make in you, any corrections….

 

I would change my path, to see you somewhere…

To go someplace away, only I can see you there…

I feel I don’t deserve to witness, how beautiful you are…

The rising red sun, when you see from not so far…

 

No land or skies, could ever compete with your existence…

Even these stupid words, don’t justify your presence…

Just lay in my arms, smile to sleep your worries away…

I created a special home in me, where your demons can stay….

 

The fire in your eyes I see, I so love to play with…

A river in your heart I see, I wish to bathe with…

An ocean in your eyes I see, I want to drown in…

A Heaven in your heart I see, I’ll reside after my death in….

Better Than The Stars…..

Better than the stars

She has the kind of smile, that lights your way up to her world, like a million stars scattered above, couldn’t even if they tried…

Her walk, oh my love, the way she moves her hand while she speaks in that subtle tone is an astonishing truth of neverland that I now believe in, our hearts did collide…

With letters of melting gold, flowing rivers of sensibility, touch every beat my heart takes, from my blood through my veins, its not deceit…

Never felt this urge, to see her again, a longing to hold her again, kissing her in my dreams and walking over it, I stood with that star, up on our feet….

Love Trust Faith…… I

Love trust faith

The door bell rings, ” Who is it?” she exclaims! ” Hi Meg, It’s Ethan” he said in a shy tone. She jerks her head and hands together, with her fists closed so tight, she could twist a coin inside. She runs to the door, little did she know of the lamps intentions, her towel gets stuck at its corner and reveals her right from roots. Oh, That sculpted naked angel on the shores of Nile, she could have had any man she wanted. ” Damn it” she exclaims! and thinks to herself, ‘ What the hell is wrong with me today’ yes! She was late! Late for a date with this average looking guy, some would say he was may be a 5 at the most. Unaware of what the future held in store for her, she quenches her perfect round buttocks to bend down at a chance to wrap herself again with that embarrassed pink towel. All this while Ethan stood right outside her peephole , sweating and shivering with nervousness. He never in his dream had thought that a girl who was a perfect 10 to him, could ever agree to go out with him. The guy next door, you would usually find wearing a t-shirt and jeans wrapped in a shabby jacket, in an open café, smoking while sipping his brew, lost in his own thoughts. Ethan was a writer and dreamer by passion. While, on the professional front he was still figuring out, how to make so much money, that he could just retire on an island with this girl he’s been in love with for quite sometime and write tall tales of her beauty and charisma that she rendered to his la la land. Meg is a small time entrepreneur who started this small and cozy café called The MuffCoff Hut, by the corner of the bay, where she managed to find a quiet little place even in the hustling and bustling streets of New York. This is where it all began. Ethan discovered this place in the early days when it had just opened and its almost a year and a half now that he’s been going there everyday at 3p.m. That’s the time Meg took a break and sat down for a couple of hours in the open section right where Ethan could see her, overlooking the bay she would inhale the freshness and relax to the soothing charm Ethan brought to her world. They never really spoke apart from the placing of his order (cup of Large cappuccino, Italian roast blend, hand whipped and milk added with no sugar), which Meg thoroughly enjoyed making herself even though she had a trained staff on the clock for that.

 

Ethan tries to speak again from outside, but all that came out of his dried throat was heavy grunted breath. At that very moment, Meg opens the small square face sized peephole on the door and Ethan sucked that grunt right back in and started to cough. ” Are you alright” she asked in a tone with asperity. “yeah yeah…. I’m fine.” he replied in a nervous and distorted voice. His pupils increased in diameter as he noticed her bare shoulders as she went on relavae to talk to him. That smooth highway of prosperity from her neck till her shoulder, with tiny droplets of the water that remained un-dried. ” Should I wait outside, if you’re not ready yet? Its no problem really.” “No No, please come inside, I’ll just take a couple of minutes more.” she said. She started to open the door and suddenly realised she was wrapped in a friggin’ towel of all things, with her nips pressing against it so hard that it created an impression which would leave very less to one’s imagination. She quickly pushed the door back and Ethan jumped of anxiety,” what happened? Something wrong?” “Nothing, close your eyes and count to five, I’m opening the door. Do not come in before you finish counting and count loudly.” Meg said in a reluctant voice. So Ethan started to count as soon as he heard the chuckle of the door being opened. She ran in the pink towel to her room, as if a psychopath wanted her life. Along passage converted into a sitting area joined the room to the entrance. As she put her hand on the knob and started to twist it open, Ethan had finished counting and he entered just in time to catch a slight glimpse of the beauty as intended by the good Lord. In a split second she disappeared inside and a loud door bang broke Ethan’s split second day dream. He still stood there, not moving but still, while his mind played that image of her over and over again in his head. On the other side of that room door, Meg rested her back, trying desperately to catch a breath. “You can come in now, you know” She said in a loud voice. An embarrassed Ethan replied, ” Yeah I’m inside.” Even though he wasn’t, “Just forgot to close the door.” Oh ok then, find a seat and make yourself at home.” She said and went back in the shower to finish. He walked inside, closed the door on his way in, head up in confidence with a sense of pride he felt at this moment. He found a spot near the room and sat down. Back straight, Head still, Looking for something to take his mind off her image, legs joint together, hands together fingers crossed rubbing against each other. He could hear a faint sound of the shower running and immediately he knew that she still had to finish with that! Though morally incorrect, the thought of his love for long, bathing gloriously in the room just past the door. Some cosmic force was busy attending to Meg at the very instance, as the thought of her man she had longed for to ask her out for so long was right outside. So close that the passion magnet created an enormous amount of energy all around. Her mesmerising body became so warm under that lucky stream with passion of a kind. she was not the kind who would usually surrender to such an urge to love in such a situation. But then she started wander in the depths of her mind’s red zone and began romanticising her love outside. Her soft and supple fingers slid right through her angelic structure, from feeling lips to the neck, caressing her bosoms through her cleavage, interrupted by her belly button, she continued to reach for the lips of compassion, toying with her emotions, she became numb to this moral episode of epilepsy. She snapped right back and stopped the stream. He leapt outside a feet in the air of anxiety that struck him like a lightning bolt. Their throbbing chest, gasping for a breath created an unmatched rare sexual tension in the air. The door knob clinked and most definitely caught his attentive eyes. Meg put her hand out and called out to him, ” Ethan?” “Yeah!” he said. “Can you please pass me the black dress on the couch?” “Yeah sure.” he said. He picked up the dress gently, knowing its importance and handed it to her slowly. He noticed a Tattoo on her wrist that said one below the other, ” Love Trust Faith.” He knew she was the one, as those were the words his mom used to say to him as a child whenever he’d be in and any doubt. It was the only memory he had of her left in him, after she left for the galaxies, when he was 6. Relaxing his tensed shoulders he sits down, to take a walk down memory lane. It was quite overdue. He hadn’t thought of his mother in a week. Since the day Meg agreed to go out with him. Suddenly, he hears Meg walking towards the door. She opens door and says “come in.” “I’m sorry?” He exclaims! “come in and tell me how this dress looks, I meant.” she says from the dresser inside. His mouth just goes blunt dry, Giving his mind massive strokes of vulnerability. Struggling with his thoughts, he walks up till the entrance and asks like the courteous gentleman that he was, “May I come in?” “Oh god! come in already, the door’s open.” she said in an obvious tone.

Twisting the door knob, he pushed the door right open and marched inside as if a shot of adrenaline hit his cerebral centre. Slowing his footsteps as he walked closer to her, he was taken aback by her image. She lay at the dresser stool, in a black bareback dress, with her hair open half wet resting so comfortably on the depths of her perfect shoulders to the front. these depths in her collar bones were wells of ever raging love oozing out of them. She admired herself there, and asked, “Do you like it?” “Yes, wow! you look absolutely stunning in this dress!” he said in an excited voice. He takes a few steps further and stands right next to her, while she plays with her hair in anticipation. Her racing breath gave her away, every inch of her back felt a twitch of passion, running down her spine. They were about to taste the forbidden fruit. In this state of emotional dilemmas she felt a certain comfort. She slowly leaned back and rested her back on his muscular thighs, as if she was relieved to have him there, by her side, only hers. He reached her hand out to her asking for hers and she did. they held each others hand with her fingers fitting perfectly in gaps of his. He knew at that very moment, she was the one. He didn’t need a date to prove or label anything anymore. They never felt any such thing ever in their lives. Its a very rare phenomena, honest love that’s true to yourself and the universe. Where feelings are so transparent that no lie or portrayal is needed. Their bodies sub-consciously gave out the waves only they could understand, which they did and how! She got up, caressing his thighs to his chest with her back, with her eyes looking down, trying to find her blushing soul which had already merged with his in the little space they left between them, none. He lay his other hand on her waist, caressing it with his fingertips to reach her naval. He let go of her hand only to rest it on her shoulders and feel every inch of their curves and sharpness, dislocating her dress a little. She turned in a swift motion to look into his eyes with the most kind compassion, she possessed. He leans to feel her fragrance, while her eyes spooned with the cheeks. Feeling her supple rose like lips with his thumb, he pushes her hair back where they belong. A few fringes still refused to leave her cheeks, like the first winter snowflake resides on that eternal fir tree, so calm and serene, still trying to hold on to it, to not slip off its smoothness. Every moment that passed by next to her, made him realise, how lucky he was to be by her side, feeling something so exotic, he had never felt for anybody. He never knew, such a feeling existed in this cruel, so cruel world. They surrendered….. their bodies didn’t, but their souls made love, broke pieces of each other to fit right in, to mend each other and merge to a blend of “Love Trust Faith”….

To Be Continued….