Tidal waves!
Waves that can never cease and sleep;
Insomniac, laughing always, cuddling together
And hugging and playing on the shores;
Swimming around in delicate ecstasy!

Let us become these waves of this ocean.
Of our immortal and eternal passions.
Let us cover up our stripped nakedness
Of intense emotions, under the blanket
Of the silvery moon light, beaming from heaven,
Submerge ourselves in a game frolicking
In this alluring and fuddling water;
Entwining our bodies like snakes, when mating
With hoods of rubies and crawling in the sand,
Wriggle and slither in unison in the frenzy
Of lecherous passions, in each of our cells,
Forgetting ourselves, in its entrancement.

Let us become the shores of this ocean;
And allow the delicate nails of the waves,
To scratch and bruise, while fondling the breast,
Lying spread-eagled there invitingly,
Filled in feverish love with lust.
Melt into a state of euphoric exultation;
And gather the oysters from the whirls
Of her navel of strings, and kiss them.

Blossom of a hermitage; a bloom, still not kissed,
Thrilling even the alter, where it is offered;
Where the lips radiate the glimmer of the rubies,
A composition of beauty of the loveliness of spring,
An embodiment of luscious tender emotions;
The opulence of the countenance, induce me to
Write subtle romantic poems, making me a poet.
Let that song resonate in your lips always.

In your eyes, where the blue ocean ripples,
Blooms a season of parching desires
That impels my soul, and gives me the impetus
To vivify those ardent desires, into words of a melody.

The nymphs of the clouds in the yonder blue,
Bowed their heads in reverence to your sapphire blue eyes.
I wish if I could become a sweet dream in there,
And my love, shoot out tender sprouts in joy.
The buds of roses adorning the morning dew drops,
Wilted after seeing the enviable lips quivering in you.
Let me write a poem abound in love, lurking in those eyes;
Let it sparkle and glisten in them for ever.

Like an enchanting gift,
The changing season has endowed;
Like the blossoming of a thrill,
Enriched by a sweet embrace;
You unfolded as a poem on the alluring
Tender branches of my first love, when we both
Started, dreaming of the mysteries of love..

The day when you tried to bid farewell to me,
Wilted by the stinging distress in your mind;
Our dreams shattered, its wings clipped off
Into smithereens, scattering into silence,
All the emotions rancid, and mortified..
And my mind whispers mutely;
“All good wishes for a happy married life”.

Sleep! Shattered dreams, and dissipated desires.
Do not kindle insipid cloying passions any more.
Do not uncork my enthralling philter.
Sleep now; fall down and sleep; efface your memory.
In the cloister of this forlorn life
Mute feelings are effusive, but useless.
Days of blooming laughter and amusement are prologues,
And foreshadows in the journey to desolation!
Don’t cry, my heart! Do not saunter seeking dreams.
For dreams are meaningless; urges and desires
Are only nuances of the self obsessed greed, in the mind!

Life is a flaming ocean, and desires are
Floating in there, at times delving into
Depths and again, surfacing with the froths.

It unfurls ingenuity in the soul.
Radiates, a thousand magnificent hues, in mind.
Passions transform to bright stars in the hearts,
Turns later, to become ‘Black Holes’ in the Milky Way
The dawn greets you, with smiles
The dusk flushes you with splendor
Yet earth will still rotate, on its axis…

Man has commenced to worship religion;
And not the God, the fundamental Truth.
Now religion is God and supreme power;
Also wealth, another religion and god.
God is retreating from the stage, and
Has no part to play, anymore!