MOON BEAMS

 

 

I AM LYING IN STUPOR

GAZING AT THE CEILING

 

TRIGGERED BY THE MESSAGE

FIVE DAYS TO DAY

PAPERS PILING ON THE DOOR

MAILBOX OVERFLOWING

UNANSWERED PHONES, MESSAGES

 

I LIE UNDEFINED

IN STATE,

NO FOOD, NO LIQUOR

SOME WATER, SOME JUICE

FUZZY  MIND, FREEZING REASON

 

FALLING DOWN, FALLING DOWN

THE MOUNTAIN, SLIDING INTO THE VALLEY

LOSING ALL CONTROL

FRICTIONED SKIN ON FIRE

IN A WORLD BETWEEN DREAMS

AND REALITY

 

FLOWERS WHITE FLOWERS

FOG OF MUSK

FEELING LIKE A FEATHER

FLOATING IN A LAKE

ON LOTUS LEAVES

 

MEMORIES STORED IN CARDS

STAND LIKE TOMBSTONES

ON THE WINDOW SILL

TREASURED DESIRES

VANISH ON  WISPS OF AIR

 

MOON BEAMS PLAYING ON EYE LIDS

SHAKE  ME UP

I SEE A HALF MOON IN THE WINDOW

WOLF SHADOWS STIR ON THE HORIZON

I CAN HEAR THE WOLF RISING

TIME TO ACT, LEAVE NETHER WORLD

MUST MOVE ON,

‘GOOD BYE,’

 WILL LOVE YOU FOREVER THOUGH!!

 

NO MORE VACILLAIONS

THE WOLF IS GALLOPING NOW

MUST CLEAR THE WINDOW SILL!

MUST REPLY THE MESSAGE

FIVE DAYS OLD

  ‘YES’ ‘YES’ ‘YES’

  ‘I LOVE YOU TOO!’ COME

  SPEND THE FULL MOON

  IN MY ARMS!

(TILL THE NEXT MESSAGE ARRIVES)

KNIGHT WITHOUT ARMOUR

Lying comatose

in twilight of consciousness

moon light filtering through

half parted curtains

cool breeze whisking away

slivers of sweat

 

From nowhere

a dark form looms above

in a flash the raised spear

strikes deep

searing hot steel finding

its undefended mark

thrust after thrust

after thrust

 

Writhing limbs

entangled in quest

for victory

immortal thirst to conquer

unrelenting unequal combat

as always Déjà vu of ecastasy,

 

Lo behold!

soaked in glistening sweat

the Knight felled by his own spear!

Spewing white blood!

so defenseless so

vulnerable.

My Knight without armour.

ITS GOING TO RAIN AGAIN

 

 

Tiny droplets sliding on eyelids

hanging on eye lashes,

spinning down cheeks, glistening upper lips .

Its drizzling now,

search begins, seek cover

must wait out the rain!

***

Thunder claps making glass shiver

large drops come rolling down,

drumming begins

rain is pouring now, pervading veil of rain

cramped spaces, pretences get washed away

parched earth soaks, rivulets run

every thing is wet, dripping wet.

Can you hear the drums now?

****

Curtain of rain blindfolding

wetness  running down,

heavy breathing lips partly opened

thirsty bodies , gorging each syllable,

gesture, fluttering eyes, furtive glances,

distances vanish, hands and lips discover

aroused nipples, sensitive bottoms.

Bodies entangled in sheets of translucent

moisture,

satin thighs expose citadel of pleasure

Lord of torso rings the bell

again and again and again

overarching spines, expectancy

and the teasing of the labia.

Rain dance begins!

rhythmic movements, incoherent mutterings

supple limbs struggle to suck out

last droplets of mortal bliss,

existence shrinks to the central cores ,

exploding erogenous zones in unison.

Suspended in surrealistic melting clocks of time.

stripped to the bone,

cooling carcasses, of now dead desires.

When did the rain stop?

***

Doomed destinies seeking not mates for seed

but perverted pleasures,

cocooned love drowning in lateral lakes of subterfuge,

rains have stopped ,

not blinded anymore, realities dawn,

satiating naked desires purely a physical need,

faults appear, communication interrupts,

fading echoes of spoken words,

last of moist feelings dry.

***

Breaking out!

alone devastated,

drifting souls in eternal search

waiting for it to rain again!

and

cant you feel?

Its going to rain again!!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

JUST BLEEDING!

nothing moved

nothing stirred

gentle wavelets which left

the bank didn’t return

to lap the shores again.

this time there was only void

of empty feelings

no response nothing

nothing at

all.

 

we

both sat mauled

by jagged knife

of double edged words

sawing us apart

no clean cut,

no clear break,

just bleeding roughed up

feelings.

 

 

a short quick hug

no words

and it could have been over!

searing white spikes

would have pierced my heart

tearing it to smithereens

but no words, no sounds to hurt

just the parting of

so called eternal love.

 

OUR EGOS

COULDN’T PART IN SILENCE.