A matter of fact...

"I think of you...I usually do.."
He said..a matter of fact..
In that fact, so plainly said without ado..
Love hides in plain sight without tact..
A matter of fact, this unusual pact..
A poetry without the play of words.
A love that asks for nothing, in fact!.
Now how does one write of it in words...
Love was and is just a matter of fact!

You are all I remember

"That you can forget...
What I remember.."
It is that.. I wish to forget..
For you are all I remember...

Ape the apes

Sshhh...Quiet! Silence your mind...Do!
There is no evil, There is no wrong..no sin, no...
It is our thoughts that make them so..
Nothing is evil till the world calls it so..

We descended from the apes, they say..
The apes are more happy, I dare say..
They have no rules, no fake society that has a say..
It is just them free and wild, by night and day...

A lifetime in a day

Surprise me, Give in,
Make my heart skip a beat...
Let the crowd drown in it's din
Sweep me off my feet,
Dawn,Let us live this lifetime in a day..
Let us wake to gentle light creeping between us
Let me into your iris and you invade mine,for a day
Let us fight with the soft love of pillows, till each surrenders to us
Let us drink tea out of the same saucer, noisily together
Let us chase nothingness on soft sand that gives in gently to our love
Let us quietly feel the river washing our entwined feet together
Let us rest the burden of our lifetime for a moment, my head on your lap, love!
Let the skies hide us from the darkness beyond,
Let us find patterns of clouds that dance to our impetuous love
Let us find harmony in the rustle of leaves as we stomp together
Scorching noon,Let us live this lifetime in a day..
Let us find school kids giggling as we chocolates share
Let us climb low hung branches of trees, and let our limbs sway...
Let us run through the wild flowers, bare foot without a care..
Let us lie under the trees and read books, and not really talk...
Let us croak aloud the songs of our youth, cacophonous duets
Let us hold each other dear and watch our shadows talk,
When evening sets, Let us live this lifetime in a day..
Let us once more sit close, my every breath on your neck
Let us watch the sunset end our day, happy that we lived our day
Let us become one in unison, What the heck?
And when the stars come out, let us lie beside,
For we lived our day,
A lifetime in a day

Nosy limerick

My eyes know your nose,
Like nobody else knows,
I know it ain't my business to nose,
But, who else knows? :)

She was all

His hands on her neck... She asks not for lust..
Against the wall...even though she stands with nothing to win
Her soul pinned, a peck on her cheek, if you must..
Her love is not just sweat rolling on glistening skin..
Neither is it the valleys of her curves inviting his resistant eyes..
Her love is that which sees the futility of it all
In his truth and his lies..
And yet, she was at his call..
She beckons, yet distance still between separates and yet unites..
Till one day, he will know that she has gone and she was all.

If wishes were dandelions...

My wishes... Like dandelions,
Some come true, most don't..
Like the seeds of the dandelions,
They fly with the wind, some sprout, some don't...

I stepped into my past...

I stepped into my past to meet my self ..
In the dark corners musty with memories,
I found her...my old young self...
There she stood, amidst all her youth's stories..
I wondered what to tell her... Should I tell her?
Slow down and savour every moment small..
That all shall end, and she shall still remember...
Believe, wait and not relent at all...
Her youth will be her treasure forever
Some wrongs, should I let her make it right..
Some sadness, some tears, should I tell her of her own power...
Some fights should I let her fight..
Some more laughter and joy, should I let her uncover..
 All these thoughts did fleetingly appear..
But dear, in the beauty of her impetuous youth..
Her impulse and her raw ability to feel love and fear..
I paused and chose not to change her youth..
Nor mine, for all her choices have taught me dear,
To me, in my wrinkled skin, to recount my feelings of my youth..
Seems like yesterday., that I was her..
I stepped back to my own memories..to soothe

Will I?

I won't think of you..
I won't...
When the sun does awake,
I shall dig my face in the pillows, and not wake
Till the memories of your face fade...
I won't think of you.
I won't...

When I go about life..
Hiding thoughts here and there, those forbidden..
I shall often see a book, a quote, a picture..dear
That shall unwillingly bring memories hidden..
I shall then willingly forget them without a tear..
I won't think of you...
I won't

At night, as I close my eyes..
I shall shut your presence as mere lies..
I shall transparently see through the gossamer of your image in my mind..
And see life for what it is..
Without you..
I won't think of you..
I won't..

Or will I?

She hums...her tale

By the window side, she hums
The incongruity of her tale..
Her thoughts swing like a pendulum,
From then to now, and from now to then..
Then, he was lanky, his voice swore of youth's fiery
Now, his grey peppered hair coarse to her touch...
Tempered age had not but tempered the warmth of his touch..
Then he had held her close to feel a unison of heartbeats...
Now, she could still feel the heartbeats from then..
His clasp then had been tight on her wrist..
Now, her mind was entwined in that clasp
Then and Now...
He was..

If I had two lives to live...

If I had two lives to live...
One would hold your hand...
And, the other would be a vagabond...
If I had two lives to live..
One would look for steady ground to land...
And, the other would know no bond...
If I had two lives to live..
One would be all dutiful, dry and kind
And the other would be wild with passion and none to mind
If I had two lives to live..
One would stay close to home..
One would travel the world and call it home.
If I had two lives to live..
I shall love you this life...and that...
But...I have one...

Cloak called Morality...

We wear a cloak...we all do....
Called morality ..., all ado..
One day you shall meet yourself .. with all ado..
And ask the stranger,  "How do you do?"

My toes with painted nails...

My toes...

My toes... they speak to me...
Yes, they do, my toes with my painted nails...
They cringe when someone bores me..
They dig the ground when my love fails..
They curl up when I feel shy..
They stand up, they did for rest and leisure..
They try to hide in my shoes, if I lie...
They scream out loud, torture them with heels
They smile with wrinkles when I soak them... no pressure
My big toe, specially loves to tell me how it feels...
Yes, my toes, with painted nails... they love pleasure...

Funny Penny

He loved money...
She loved funny..
He saved every penny..
She told him, "Honey!....
I care not for  a penny.."
He found that funny...
She found that a lot more funny...

Yes...I am bewitching!

I am just not a pretty face, I am bewitching...
I have my scars, I have my wrinkles and frowns that sting..
I have eyes that speak my mind, that often scream...and stare
I have a dark mole right on my chin...I do openly my darkness declare..
I have a story, I have a past..I have anger,  I have fears
I have laughter and opinions...loud and clear...and silent tears...
My beauty may not shake you..nor take you...
And yet, if your eyes wander and catch my face...
You shall be bewitched, for I am just no pretty face...
You can fake sheer indifference..Though you see my difference..
Bewitching...I am for I don't hide my difference...

Outdoor cat...

 He is an outdoor cat...living his outdoor life..

He is no fluffy kitten, who will purr for your love...
He is an outdoor cat... who roams the night...
Not for him, the fancy cat food...and all locked up love
Give him any day, the street fight in freedom...and open light...
The outdoor cat...He loves you more, and asks no more
He will come back home....
Even though he loves the world out more...
Don't punish him though for being out all day...
For he comes back home, for you...everyday...

Firefly...,

For six weeks you lived, in my womb, baby
For eternity you live, in my memory, baby
I could never hold you dear in my arms
I hold you dear in my heart
Never could see your angel face
Yet, to me, you are the most beautiful...
In me you instilled life and took it away..
With you, I learnt to hope, to mourn and hope again...

White Lies...

Naked feet soaked in water, Your stubble
The soft feel on our feet, the shiny pebbles
Our sins float away with the clear stream and it's bubbles..
The branch stoops ever so gently, humble

The feel of the red sand sticking to our wet feet..
Footprints in the sand play a rhythmic beat..
The smiles beam through like the sunlight on your face
The heartbeat knows not whether to pause or beat faster..

White lies dear, These days are never mine...

Lover's tiff..

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Oomph...I am miffed...You lout!...
You care not for me, I pout...
Assert I do with false ado that your love, I doubt..
Wish you would make up...isn't that all it is about..
Woo dearie, it is but a lover's tiff...
Don't you too leave in a huff..
Let us fight and crawl our eyes out..
But my eyes are only for you...be mine, you lout!!!

Like sand, you shall slip away...

In love, lies fear with no impunity,
In this immiscible moment, eternity...
I know like, sand, you shall slip away into infinity
And emptiness shall remain...Accepting it with serenity...
Knowing None shall ever gain.....all is but in vain...
Tomorrow..I shall be a past..a photograph fading
With the tatters eating away at the edges...with the brown stain
A tear or two and then I shall be left biding..
With no impunity..I tread on

My wild orchid

You are my wild orchid, dear...rare and incomparable...
You need my ugly love, the fungus that I am, inseparable
Symbiotic, my inner ugliness and your naïve beauty..
One nourishes from the other...Which needs more of the other?
Can beauty survive without ugliness and hither?
Our souls are now shades of grey..
The vice of the fungus and the naiveness of the blooming orchid..
Symbiotic.....a faint line between mutualism and parasitism...

"This is an extremely rare type of wild orchid found across Europe.  Its seeds bear no nourishment for the growing plant, so it lives in a symbiotic relationship with a specific type of fungus, which provides it with nourishment, until the adult leaves can produce enough nourishment for the plant, at which time the fungus will also live off it .”
Courtesy: http://listverse.com/2011/10/25/top-10-incredibly-rare-flowers/