End to come..

It's eating me up!

The pain inside left despised.

Mortality clutches to my skin tight.

Jealousy is turning dark,

love is far from reigning.

Immortal bliss is hard in find. 

The icy touch on neck,

the cold hands entwined.

I am waiting for my turn and right time..

Picture Courtesy

It so happened..

This Entry is submitted by me for Thursday Poets Rally 41

Picture Courtesy

A bubble of thought rises in his mind,

what if she..

A sigh left his lips in shear disappointment,

what if she..

A finger started writing something on the sand,

what if she..

A smile passed across his face as he saw,

what if she..

A heavenly feeling dawned upon him,

what if she..

She sat there besides him on the sand.

In her white dress,

her trinkets jingling happily.

As she brushed her hairs aside from her eyes,

her eyes met his and she couldn't stop her smile.

A word passed from him to her,

and the thought crossed his mind,

what if she..

She was attracted as if through some unseen energy,

towards his lips her lips brushed and submerged.

She withdrew them and said,

what if i..

His heart skipped a beat or two.

The breeze was silent and calm.

The waves rushed towards their feet.

She got up from there,

started walking away from him.

He murmured to himself,

did I finally say it?

I love you ..does she understand?

He gazed up into the endless sky.

And back on the waves his eyelids closed.

And he said to himself,

what if she..

and saw towards the direction she went..

She stood there,

the most beautiful girl in the universe.

Retracing her steps back,

she stooped low.

Mumbled in his ears,

I love you too..

Never wished to let go..

The long hours of hearing your gentle voice;

at times it was all naughty.

The long hours of me blabbering.

And you listening patiently.

Waiting for you to sparkle up the day.

Wishing to get even a flash so said.

The way you called me baby,

and i reciprocated the sweetness.

Times changed and there seems some gap.

I did not wish to stop and go.

I still cherished the moments, 

floating like a movie infront of my eyes.

I never wished to let you go.

Clasping your hands in mine,

embracing your figure in mine,

grabbing your shadow tight.

In night through the tick-tock of clock,

i heard your breath so soft and playful.

i saw your closed eyes in sleep;

you just looked like the calm white moon. 

Soulful merges of you and me,

brushing lips of yours and mine,

hand in hand on every path,

And i never wished to let you go.

Image courtesy- luv

Love Death..

Walking bare feet,

up the cold stones.

It's kind of ticklish,

i embrace myself tight enough,

nothing gets past me.

Chilly air blowing, 

from the sides of the hug.

I am missing his warm clasp,

it's been missing for a longtime.

Was i always alone with him? 

or did he make me alone now?

I am now up here touching the clouds,

the cold oh it's softly killing me.

I rather tend to like it this way,

not that there is no other way for me to live up,

just that i can't be anyone's if not his.

Inch by inch i am nearing the edge;

the edge which will give me my last breathe.

My last moments,

my last thoughts,

my first and last love.

Forever i will be free;

I'll always be his.

This winter it's finishing me up fast.

It's consuming my palpitation.

This sensation of nothing below amazes me,

Yes i Finally die the death of you,

To be immortal and inseparable ,

from you my love.

Plucked flower..

The poem does not contain the object as i described.The object of fancy is a human> A girl that is described as the self plucked flower. They chance upon each other in a beautiful winter morning to be united forever by the grace of nature.

In the morning breeze he stepped out,

Hugging himself as winter parky winds surrounded.

Staring wide-eyed at the beautiful white flower,

Longing to reach it inside the heart's musing.

Every step is hard to put forth,

As chill of the season numbs the soul.

Close to the flower

He reaches standing beneath.

Munificent the self plucked flower, 

Falls in his hand to his disbelief.

Impeccable the serene self plucked flower seems,

Absorbing his numbed soul in its warmth it heals.

Unusual connection he chances upon,

He and the Plucked flower were forever bound.

Coveting till immortality ..

Holding my breath in excitation,

Controlling the skips of heart in every motion.

The time I see you everything stops,

The time you hold me I am apart.

Your clasp entwining me in grip,

The warmth i feel it softens every need.

I expect from you,

I want from you,

I crave from you,

I long from you,

I covet you,

I dzire you.

I am quenched off my thirst, 

When you are with me,

When your affexion rises to reach me,

You go deep inside there in our SOUL..