Passion on beach

Seas tell a unique story,

long romantic walk,

kissing in the wild,

open crest of waves,

azure sea and breeze,

blue sky fading slowly into grey,

white sand,

footprints leaving a mark,

imprint of pleasure and moaning,

fellow travelers swaying to the tune,

laden with shades of uncertainty,

marooning on love and lust,

trees rooted on sand,

standing alone,  

offering shades to lovers clicking moods and moments,  

Selfie talk on social media,

joy to intimate and honeymoon lovers,

Silent night,

unbridled pain and passion,

ushering into lovemaking,

someone shall wait in the breezy night,

interspersed with emotions and fluttering wind,

worries shall end,

naked skins merging into each other,

consummate and escapade tale,

bearing a secret,

we shall never tell,

Forgetting it ever existed,

nestled inside a hotel room,

watching hues and views,

nature carries a price in an idyllic destination.

Intimate love and sea breeze

Naked souls wading freely,

flicking the sand,

i long to hold her hands,

invisible woman,

nymph,

legs stroking and pressing together,

a gentle touch,

harmless caress,

running fingers on her waist,

breeze wafting speedily,

clutching tight,

lips cupped,

hardened breasts curled together,

blood rushing like thunder,

panting,

longing for intimate adventure,

naughty and inviting smile,

heightened love at its peak,

inside the crystal water,

waves crashing furiously.

When the mind plots!

Kill the messenger,

ghouls and evil minds,

conspiring death on foes,  

brain is thy lethal weapon,

wicked, ruthless and madness unleashing,

nothing shall ever stop this obsession,

every second, conjuring death to avenge the wrong,

I ain’t,

my silly mind plotting,

Stopping at nothing,

Countless proposals hot women make,

imaginative as it gets,

not high on drugs, alcohol and hallucination,

blame it on creativity,

writers hide behind,

only if I could wash ashore the brain’s sins,

in the holy Ganges,

retribution has never got away so easily,

I shall repent for murder.

The cloak of everything

Blow into pieces,
curled shaped smoke,
weave a tale,
turn the page,
forget the fuck,
brush off as nightmare in the day,
unclutter the mind,
forget the love of yore,
wipe her off your mind,
just a speck of dust,
an enigma,
for they never stay for long,
gyrate to a new tune,
keep walking,
trudge the hills,
in search of nothing,
pull the cloak of everything.

Five a.m love

Hazy morning,
misty eyes, 
creamy layered cloud, 
blue dotted sky, 
ships mooring at bay, 
flapped wings, 
stroking at the cusp of dawn, 
sensual skins caressing,
dappled sunshine, 
five am love,
shedding clothes,
flesh staring naked at each other,
tears washed ashore, 
ignited beliefs.
love cannot fail,
hope and promises,
where the mind meets inlet waves.

Wind chime and the imaginary angel

 Your scent tugs at my heart,

 feeling a lump in the throat,

 you came like a speck of dust,

blowing curled smoke of illusion,

eyes rubbed,

losing myself to your sight,

an enigma,

gone with the wind,

drop of petal,

surrounding your identity,

throwing a twinge of disappointment,

midnight dream,

an imaginary angel,

who are you?

some call you the wind chime,

perfect clatter of sound tinkling inside the heart.

A creamy moment

Rosy lips,

taste like choco fudge,

dripping saliva,

enmeshed tongues,

curled like grasses knotted together,

ignite the flame,

Mouths scything into a tongue lashing affair,

scoop of ice cream,

sensation running deep, panting and unlocking,

locking again,

longing for the passionate kiss,

shall not be the final one!

light and breezy,

 intimately violent,

 the moment shall melt,

drench the mouth,

savor the delicious concoctment,

a creamy moment!

A flash of lightning

Lost souls to adventure,

Baring the heart open,

crevice unfurling,

flash of lighting,

holding stars in the palm,

a restless heart traveling places,

longing for love,

this silly emotion lost in translation!

ever wondered what we are bound to,

law of attraction,

deciphering the inner meaning of emotions,

laying open and uncensored,

in the barren land,

the faithful is questioned,

like our inner feelings,

why we become attracted to fellow passengers!

Aphrodisiac and orgy to the mind.

Furious sea at bay

Gentle wind soaring,

water flapping the face,

fluttering pages,

birds flocking above the mist,

story told,

a silent mind in ebullition,

reaching the elixir,

repression emotions,

cup of tea overflown,

itchy palm,

 scratching the skin,

every moment bearing the pain felt,

angst washed ashore by waves,

sea is a silent spectator,

witnessing the fury,

yet unmoved by the anger of violent tides and waves,

few can comprehend,

humans or ghouls, 

gentle or evil.

Mirage at cusp of darkness

Dry leaves,

drenched in a patch of mud,

deserted forest,

birds squeaking,

 legs lolling in quest of destination,

yearning for the lone wooden ship,

growing small and disappearing in distance,

 flowing in the still water,

silent glances of travelers,

 Pain,

defeat,

dim hope,

leaving present memory behind,

vision of opening eyes to a new world,

wait is longer,

chased by batons and arms,

no dignity left perhaps,

moon losing its sheen,

eruption of darkness,

a mirage at cusp of darkness.

Deadly concoction called friendship

 tasting like a soul’s addiction,

deadly and lethal.

reaching an elixir’s journey,

victory and fun,

optimism,

joy and sorrow,

unbridled passion,

breaking all imagined limits.

walking the rope of danger,

Yet not an ounce of fear in the flesh,

Where love and bonding conquer all,

Yet none conquered,

aha of joy,

wildest encounters never reach

its end,

moments of togetherness buried!

Happy Friendship Day

Clarion call on a lone journey

Asunder hands,

chained together,

battling sweats,

an endless march,

in search of an identity,

lost among thorns,

a journey eluding travelers,  

fraught with misery,

parched throat,

a dusty terrain,

where neither dawn nor dusk exists,

a mind filled to the brink,

hath no fury or punishment,

buried emotions,

ravaged by pure sparkle of the flame,

no destination is endless,

a crushed purpose exploding like volcano

clarion call,

the end is blurred.

Poetry bouquet: Connecting strings

Barren flavor

Paan stained emotions

flavor of barren land,

raw and colorful feeling,

laden with a thirst,

exploring vivid towns,

a village silenced by voices,

thirst for adventure,        

hippie shedding cloak and clothes,  

shorn of facade.

Connecting strings

Play naked,

connecting the string,

inside out emotions,

straddle freely,

belies what humans are capable,  

pain,

sadness,

angst,

a green heart needs no healing from artificiality,

a budding flower,

revel in the self’s uniqueness.