To Love A Stranger...

Your soft and brown eyes filled
with tears, put in place by me,
hands dropping for you cannot hold,
locks playfully alive now killed,
You are a wreck I can see,
at the sight of me grown cold.

Not a word uttered if not laced with dissent,
shaking your belief in promises made,
keeping you at bay,ignoring your simple intent,
never noticing your hand neatly laid
by my still fingers,
while time lingers...

I should turn and say,
I should put you at ease,
Place a hand over your fingers,
smile and recognize,
That I am aware of a brewing
between us,that I realize.

Yet,its better to leave you behind,
than to give you a life unkind,
to have you waiting for a calm
that will never clasp your palm.

I am a starved of Love,
this hunger kills,
rather to fall, still in Love,
than infect you with its ills.

It is not strange to be in Love.
But to be in Love with a stranger?

To see her come my way...

I thought,my Love is born of a stern heart,
it seeks no recognition,
it is fueled by my unseen desires,
through a wishful premonition,
till one fateful day many jealous eyes did see,
there you were, walking just for me.

Ankles held tight by the edge,
brief glimpses as you tip toe on the ledge,
Not the whiff of your delightful perfume,
nor the sight of your flowing auburn hair,
just walking down the street,
with a churidar wrapped around your feet.

Like sails shaped by wind at sea,
your calves curved below the knee,
with each step of your sensational gait,
you dangle a smile, an irresistible bait,
all eyes transfixed, and envy laced,
mortals battling sensuality they've never faced.

There is a murmur in the hall,
the performer has lost the crowd,
as I whisper into your ear,
your innocent giggle fills the air loud,
sheepishly you settle down with a smile,
you attract with glamour, you kill with guile.

Oft blown into my face your hair,
reminds me, its futile to stare,
for your face, your presence,
is my one devotion, my essence.

I smile, a lesson learnt, I look above,
My Lord, I say,is this the start of Love?

In Search Of Chia...

As the year approached its night,
ending Winter-the dead and silent calm,
I waited for spring,as a morning light,
to guide travel on my frozen palm.

Yet before the season left wearied,
a cupid plucked his string,
I must admit it did sting,
but the torment here is pleasure,
for a gourmet lover,to enjoy at leisure

While the World spun,creating day-night,
while the clock turned,making time,
while birds flew hither and tither,
while He judged from above,
they gave me time to fall in love.

Cheeks,the colour of a Rose blushed,
Smile she did,sweet summer wine,
Lips,when pouted,
could not be doubted,
waited to be met by mine.

Inseparable,but for just so long,
were you waiting for my swan song?

Soon the dreamer,awoke to crude reality,
to say Love was lost,would deny it immortality.
For love was strong but my lover truant,
I stood alone admiring the ruins,
pieces of broken heart...
alone I walked,having played my part

Yet, even now,I stand
Today,is a new day,is it not?