Returning
I was contemplating beneath the holiest peak, mountains of Himalaya
Haunting whisper from the Western Sea, travelled 5000 miles
Calling my name, and speaks of his mind curious to know mine
His wisdom is the force of his power, I admire
His promise of romance and the hidden treasures upon my return
I can no longer resist
……….
The tempo of his romance; rises and falls in the time of the tides
The magic of his treasures as mysterious as the infinity of stars
Each one of them came with a curse, cannot be possessed
One moment I held it upon the palm of my hand,
next moment it ceased to exist
I am staying
……….
For the romance and treasures
For the sorrow of impermanence
Dream of April
April arrives in a Summer dress
Splendour in exotic yellow and red, shades of blue
That glowing pink, becoming the secret colour of a painter
Dances in grace and tenderness, melts the land of rocks and sand
Image of her fades in the light of setting Sun
What’s beyond the distant horizon
Where she goes, lingering in the darkness of the night
Time is her faith, the gift of her open heart
Her desire is her art
Winter Grace
Passion of summer long lost
Let the memories go with last colour of Autumn
Embracing grace in shades of grey
A moment of calmness in Winter
Last Tango
His eyes locked in her naked form
Knowing so, she was confident with her poised curve
Kicking her heels to start, a pout to entice
Drawing a leaning pose
Swaying and moving inwards rhythmically and melodically
With her tempting eyes
He can no longer hold the stillness
His body in motion, translating into
A gesture to encourage; A flick to conduct
A pause to release
For her to return to his stretched and extended frame
His fingertips upon her cheek
Evoking a yawning erupted from her heart
Their tangled eyes; Their legs intertwined
Their sensations merging
She let go of herself completely
With immense strength, he lifted her up in the air
Setting her free
