Randy Desires…

The melancholy tune of the sitar
Bemoans in the heart!
As a subtle prelude to the grief,
It enclosed in the thoughts.
You could become my perpetual rhythm
And shadows, again tomorrow;
As radiant as the flame of
A glowing lamp, in the gloom.
The exhilaration of the ecstasy beamed
And gleamed, in her moist eyelids.
Someone is pouring the soothing lustre
Of psychedelic strobe lights, in the soul;
And the moonlight conveyed a message of love.
Come as a melody into my heart
And whisper into my life now!

The rain clouds have awakened
The golden sands of the shores of the mind,
With images of a flower bedecked coach and
The stage for amorous entanglements of
Loving bodies, hitherto unappeased,
Raging as an inferno with lust…


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