A Lyrical Love-Tryst
A Lyrical Love-Tryst “When and where.. Did you sign.. The love-tryst.. With source of my life?” My poetry asked me..! As my moments were
The Virgin Union…!
The Virgin Union…! Speechless buds.. Of my mute passions.. Are blooming slowly.. Into whispering flowers.. Of my new-born words.. Drunk with the ecstasy.. Of their
That is Where… I Wait For You!
That is Where… I Wait For You! Where waves mingle with waves.. Breaking into a musical unison… Upon the eternally dreaming rocky shore.. Into a
Music of the Mango Blossom!
Music of the Mango Blossom! In the pregnant shadows.. Of a dreaming mango-tree. Lost in the heady rhythm.. Of its own musical blossom.. A love-song
Festival of Lights!
Festival of Lights! Colors of the tiny flames.. Are dancing to the beats.. Of a fragrant whisper! Flirting with a playful chill.. As they light
Mock-fight With Cupid
Mock-fight With Cupid Lips of my heart.. Are locked into a Teasing silence! Eyes of her soul.. Pretend to duck my glances, Through the musical
Birth Of a Poem..
Birth Of a Poem.. The night was aching.. With fullness of her youth.. Flirting with the damp air.. With darkness of her wet passions!
Notes from A Distant Paradise..
Notes from A Distant Paradise.. Notes from a distant paradise.. Dripping with utter sweetness.. of your musical presence.. Are whispering in the.. Ears of my
Singing in the Rain…
Singing in the Rain… My whispering tears.. Have made a tryst.. With drizzling dreams.. Of monsoon rain-drops.. To perch upon.. Over-flowing fragrance.. Of your silken