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/

Xie Xie

Now is enough, dearest..For eternity...
"Xie Xie", Thank you for love with abandon...
In my intent to hold you tight...harness.
I forget to run with you onto the seamless sky
To be free...There is a wholesome togetherness
In the separate beings that we are..there is no lie
Hold on lightly, let us walk, run and aspire
For in freedom, lies true love...
A love that feels...truly feels..not just desire..
For now dearest, is eternity...

Strangers again...

Like the mist that writes tales..of love
Before the light of reality...
His words last night were... of love...
After..comes dawn's frailty
Estranged..for now...

Let things be..as they be!

I sit waiting at the fireside..crackle.
Watching the fire flicker to the wind...
In this mellow light, silent thoughts cackle
Gently touching corners of my mind...
The future holds intrigue, Nostalgia for the past
In the present, I cease to be...
Sit beside and join me in my escapade..Fast!
Let things be...as they be..
Tomorrow and routine is a morning away...
so far away in this fleeting moment's tell
In this moment and eternity's way.
Many of my tomorrow's thoughts will dwell..
Let's weave a story...that bind us
And holds us when we are in future's clasp
And  gives gentle respite to us
When life does such each of these moments grasp.