Devotional Love

I ask nothing more than what you can givewhat you can give will brim me to eternity. If I had a choice, I would ask you to keep me in your arms.If you had a choice you will not let me go. Though in a different world,you return my faith with love.But what is offered

Just stand by me – (Don’t judge)

Do I look broken?Do I look shattered?Are you seeing me in the reflectionof your thought experiment,of your free within the dogmatic? Did I hear you say sorry?Was it your apologyor an expression of pity?That, which i don’t want from any one, Was it your love?But can it survive the test?Are you sure I won’t put

Love Note #34 – The Queen and The Woman

The Queen How I know you came into my lifeLike the morning sunbeam.Cold and warm slowlywaking me from the long slumberof wintery loveless night.Like a fairyshoweringloveI never had before,to be the Queenof my worldand rulewith your grace divine. The Woman The calm oceanbuzzing the shoreto wake to the saffronsky.The distant fragranceof warm foodbrewing on the

Unwoman

Oh! What a delight it’sto love a womanwho loves herself.Who is Unabashed to the pleasuresof her body.Unmindful to the glaringopinions of the world.Unrepentant to loveyouth and its zest.Unrelenting in her effortto make it on her own Unquenched and thirstyto know the world.Unfaltering in trystswith fate.Oh! What a delight it’sto love a womanwho believes in herself.

Oh! Women’s Mind

Oh Women! Women’s mindof all species the same kind.But of the human race,they leave others behind. To add to the men’s woethey have colours to play.With iron will and a smile to die for,their sensuality is a killers bait. The sparkle of their eyes,the music in their voice,the gyrating waist, allinvite to their minds maze.

Love in Glance

I was youngand so were you.We passed by the bus stop,when we last saw each other,with the belief life is long.What is in my heartwill blossom someday,when time is rightand the midnight moon bright. After so many eclipsesof Sun and Moon.Wandering through ages,days, months and yearspassed like sands in hour glass.In the white strands of

Desiree

I swear to you,I have not been withany one like you. The intellect, the resiliencethe strength to be bold.Fearsome and freespeaking your mindimpresses me more than your body. I swear to you,you are not meantto make a man’s life. Not as a woman by his side.With a path of your own,pursuing your dreamsindependent and adventurous,badass

Where are the MEN?

She shrieks feminism She speaks equality She cries – chivalry is dead. She wants security She desires amenities She agonises – fun is dead. She scorns lust She craves respect She grieves – flirting is dead. She covets shoulders She dreams alpha She weeps – men are dead.

My Girl (Wife)

Green or yellow she asked Enough for me to freeze And I said what first came To my ape mind I had not recovered Is this OK? Wobbled a sound that Cracked through my heart first And i chose my owl face to say I love you the way you are In your agnst, zest

Of woman and her love

The buzzing bee Hovering the flower Waiting for propitious time To savour the sweet nectar of her life. Oblivious, She gyrates with the breeze, Her lover in times high and good. But on this sunny summer day comes the obstinate bee, From nowhere she knows For her nectar so sweet.   Shying, bashful she evades