Sky and day

“You die, but

I bleed”

says the sky 

to the day. 

Such is their love:

the day does not need

the sky,

to be.

Neither does the sky 

day.

Yet they are

and aren’t we glad ?

Orono

Love, you

Love, you are the teardrop on my eye-lashes :

dangling, i won't let you fall,

ill keep you forever within the grasp of my gaze.

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Love, you are the smile that creeps in silently

and floods my darkness with the

cackling echoes of your laughter.

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Love, you are the yawning gap,

that your absence leaves in me, a chasm

I fill with my memories of you.

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Love, you are the bitter farewells

that come between our hellos and goodbyes :

they tear me, kill me, but don't let me die.

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Love, you are the idea, teasing my mind

with its essence, sans presence

like words that refuse to budge from the tongue.

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Love, you are a fluttering wave, a gallant sailor upon

a brewing storm, a distant light house standing firmly

upon the rocky abodes of lashing waves.

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Love, you are the first rays that strike

the hardened walls of a cocoon, that is me

until from it I emerge, your beautiful butterfly.

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Love, you are the first pretty petal 

that I perch upon and whisper lightly

so you know what you mean to me.

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Love, you are the one that completes me. 

Courtesy:- Panaramio pictures

Who do you burn for ?

Image Courtesy : Scott Sistek

The clouds look like mountains in the sky today :

and the sun shies away as the dawn approaches.

Do you feel the warmth of the sun ?

Do you feel the embrace of its rays,

bouncing in ecstasy upon your skin ?

Why does it burn ?

For you and for me.

Tell me love, who do you burn for ?

Does your soul light the way

for others ?

Does it burn to consume your age

while memories like thick smoke spreads ?

Who do you burn for , love ?

Who do you burn for ?

White Dove

Mindful wastage of time, it is:

this tiring passage of breaths-

now in , now out.

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A deep gorge lies in wait,

for your dainty feet may bless it:

and lift this dreariness that blankets my soul.

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Sweet pain it is, that sears my heart,

plunging into my soul, your smile

hangs tantalizingly in my memory.

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Eyes, now dreary, droop : the mind

escapes to dash across the meadows, until

it somehow rests upon your gaze.

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Like the swaying dandelions,

my heart plays with its beats:

now slow, now fast, now slow, now fast.

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The sweet breeze that strikes

the closed eyelids of my soul:

does douse the fire within it.

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Like a stray feather, plucked

off a dove by the wind, you make me fly

freely, until upon your brow I rest

~

and when you close your eyes,

this feather, which is me

rolls gently down your face: and falls

~

like petals on the altars of God,

I lie in peace, smiling silently

besides the soft toes of you, my angel.

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I wait for you to wake,

for I can't bear not seeing you:and there

you smile coyly in your sleep like a content child.

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When you wake with the sun, 

you give flight to the birds,

to which my heart is akin.

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The chirping of the hurried birds,

is silenced as soon as your lips part

to produce unheard symphonies.

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The days are dreary, they repeat

like mindless parroting of hollow words:

but your presence : forever new.

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White dove:

go fly. I am not caging you

so I can soothe my soul looking at you.

Letting you go is the best I can do.

~