Lost Love

"...Amidst an Unsure Thought Fest,
Arose a Plenty Tempest
from a Bosom Poignantly Upheaval'd
to Turmoil an Intellect Unparalleled
Where and How is but a Must to Ask
Can't let lie Ramblings in a Cask
Nitegrities Etching on the Block
Ain't no Merit to be part of the Flock
Fleeting Pursuits high on Enumerate
Purpose Unfulfilled quite in Exuberate..."

Inspired by "Shakespeare in Love"

Onslaught by the ripples of words a many,

Slosh to the churns of the fins in the mill,

Meticulous the feel in the Crucifix of the Crusade.

Commands of the inner mind suppressed by tumbles

Freckles fermenting like on the brim of the fume.

A tempest that arose, Amidst a plenty

A face that fancied, The mightiest of the docile feathers

Shakespeare in Love romanced Him

Condemned thought by Elizabeth

He reckons in my memory, Like a child to the mother

… A masterpiece to the Creator.

His Grace, An aura of unspoken intense

Infusing Her Majesty,

With Impeccable Virtue

Transposing Herself like

One of the Lords…

The Last Bite

An artist best works when she’s happy

Well, the her in me, is no more, for

The Last morsel in over

Creations clumsy, dripping down like rain.

Same is going to be for her both dawn and dusk;

The shine of the morning star and the shimmer of the morning dew

Streaks of yellow or a strip of lavender makes

No more a difference to me

Should I see tomorrow?

If so, will I stand up in it prominent?

‘cause the energy in me is no longer remained

Why am I the chosen one to feel

all this pain and anguish?

A blur of the vision, a pierce in the heart,

A shrink of the body and the faint of the soul

I shouldn’t have had it, that final one, for

It would have been there for me till the end

Giving me all the morale that I needed

– THAT absolute Last Bite.

The Beauty of my Beloved

The Beauty of my Beloved had happened THAT day,

All in the flicker of an eyelid

She was made by Him above

He who’s an artist true to work,

Astonishingly brave with His curves and creations flamboyant.

She – His most exquisite creation.

With charming grace unavoidable to the eye

All elements of her physique in absolute harmony

She, who can capture every heart of a human,

Bringing a feeling of ecstasy in him.

With plentiful curls flirting around her neck,

To necessarily mention, a skin that glitters as fine as gold

A face, which is embedded with crystal eyes that could see through . . .

. . . Giving an ultimate touch of tenderness to anyone who gazes.

Lips that could never have been more seductive

Cheeks – an ensemble of more richness than ever

Fingers and toes they shine like velvet

All this in shades of sandalwood with a tinge of pink – the color of love

To hold this tender make of the Almighty

He’s given her a neck as slender as a tuft of silk

Her beauty doesn’t end there

It goes on and on and on . . .

. . . a journey not to end.

Could she be a princess, an angel or just my dream?

Her inner beauty sure to be told:-

She knows how to love,

She knows how to care,

She knows how to willingly share

A special someone whom I would feel luckiest to possess.

Her looks enchanting me

Her soothing words healing every pain in my heart

Her helping hand solving all my problems

I’m not sure dear NATURE

Is she really a reality?

I want to be with her alone in the darkness of night,

She who’s very bright;

In my life is the guiding light

Always surely right.

A person whom I love,

A person for whom I care,

A person for whom I can give anything,

just anything,

even myself,

my whole self

Wrapped complete in the Beauty of my Beloved.