GENTLE HEAT

Much season remains
To my journey start
Threading the wishes
Cuddling thy warmth

Wishing a knit
To my 'Present' weave
Much glory galore
This winter gentle heat

Such happiness, this
Gentle sweep covert
I plunge symmetrical waves
Weaving ocean warmth

With mercurial tenacity
I temp Fahrenheit, firm
To resolve my wish
This winter gentle heat

CAUTIOUS WIN

What cautious win
The war was won
Scrolling the eyes,
Images rolled from cornea to pupil
Hoisting victory
Over an over again

Gradual course
In salient pith
Rove lovers moorland,
Sparkles wink from head to heart
Pulling up the flag
For a Fabian win

What comes victorious
In kindness ever
Comes gradually,
Hands and hearts mule over an arch
Stepping one leap
Over and over another leap

THE REALM

Unconsciously I soared
The realm of my imagination, and
Went on plotting
The images of peace and warmth;
Tender heart palpitating

What mirth categorically
Defied my reason
Was, but my reverie
Molding the malleable;
The whispers of my loving dreams

Such knock I played, juxtaposing
The dusk and the dawn,
Morning blessed me a sun
Coupling the vision;
The real and the surreal 

THE SMELL OF A SARI

What whiff of sweet aroma
I gained during her pass, that
I inched closer by my heart
Plodding unintelligently,
The end; the cul-de-sac
The smell of a sari

Every weave telling a story
Rapt with loving attention.
Entranced by her beguile presence
I started pulsating my heart
Holding entirely my loss
The smell of a sari

What seconds I comsumed
In moments of ungainly time
It receeded away muted, proving
My will in crest and trough
Plumbing all drainage, a waste
The smell of a sari

Etching

Etching uneven lines
To thy coterie of faith
And, you are unfathomable!

I DO

Till for the thought of you
I feel essence of my breath

Every count I heave my heart
It always beats for you

I save ony the blue of sky
When my heart burn for you

Till for the seasons colour my days
I couch to my eternal womb

Every light I crave outside
It always comes from the inner darkness

I do my life a journey
When I find  you playing hide and seek

INDIVIDUAL ROMANCE

No kind of poetic Lambert
Comes to my safer hands
Than by tethering my veins
In for thy shackled calls
Pulverizing my corpuscles
Scattering my Icarus fall
Where the remedy gains
A fire in burning pain
No eternal wish, or
Milking of heaven
Does me a savior
But,
Just a deed
to my individual romance!