By Shashank Kushwaha
i catch our sky’s caravan;
fervently in wait;
breezes poignant passing through;
a heaven’s cloudy gate.
i see the greys of solace lie;
holding breath as if;
until her love starts flowing on;
stony mountains stiff.
i catch the thunder in her hair;
in brittle frames of rain;
on grassy carpets soggy green;
like ocean in her veins.
and something soft holds me down;
keeps my breath in place;
in every flicker of her heart;
amidst this stormy blaze.
even if all tangled dreams;
make me fall apart;
sparkle of your precious smile;
guides me like a star.
she lands upon my mind;
as it was meant to be;
mirage in starry sky;
as crescent in the sea.
few tales of falling stars;
when rest in lap of sea;
i hold her hand once more;
fade into her dream.
its sinful as they say;
to lose oneself in words;
in charms of hopefulness;
examine pleasures learned.
celebration is outrage;
deserving punishment;
held in eternity;
bottled as anguish spent.
an organ said to hold;
all love and pain alike;
it gasps for breath of you;
in sullen clueless nights.
to beat at our first meet;
in sight of sumptuous lips;
and soak in fragrances;
curled up in thirsty sips.
strum from a piece of flesh;
a hidden chord of life;
be melt into this kiss;
in love which we confide.
incinerate my soul;
in arms of timelessness;
in moment so unreal;
fathom a deep recess.
but its a sin they say;
to lose yourself in words;
to string a song of hope;
a fantasy of love.
but dream and dream i shall;
for you are all i have;
to drown into your eyes;
to fall into your trap.
to plant a mark of me;
upon your luscious smile;
the virgin ray of dawn;
before a broad sunshine.
know my love the whole of you;
shall last as long as me;
just as heaven loves the earth;
drenched in this monsoon deep.
