Kissing Onion

Oh onion, Your scent is inviting, Wearing layers of clothes Of emotions, of mysteries abound. So hideous, I thought- To protect? You got my curiosity stirred, Drew my soul near; As I am peeling off Marvel slowly unraveled, Welling up my eyes at intervals- In my tears I found pleasure; If only I’m determined enough To persevere until the end.

Pink Lady Love

blossoms hang round,
the backyard a pasture of nature,
yet prettiest are the roses
clothed in pink;
ornamented with crystals of morning dew
shedding the tears of joy-
the pink virgin,
perfume the summer air
with sweetness that calms the soul of lost;
mends the heart of blues.

soon the eye of sky
bathed the pretty lass in marmalade;
there stood string of larks on bough
sing the jolly song of flowers,
create a symphony of march sonatina.
thistles admire in keen,
thorns jealous in green;
o beauty,
you are so ethereal, unfading,
in lust and love-

venom for my veins

in benighted sleep,
incubus quickly hovers.
your memory, my venom
gushing down my throat,
like infernal fire,
burning arteries and veins
cripple them all, leave no traces--

my heart bled red,
into streams of passion and regret,
at there you would beat forever.
soon I was awakened again
by quiet screams, jumbled thoughts
that spoke-

I lost you due to my lack of spine,
and now through the years, for you I would pine.

Dark Hope

on mopey skies
the moon sails,
dangling november stars,
so dimly-lit.

soon, darkness would conquer,
wash them off
sea's reflection.

under weeping clouds
i stand alone,
counting hopes--
one...twain...still so faint.

Just your Silhouette

how many shadows brushed past,
how long was that,
since the last glimpse of light
which blinded my sight,
finely captured;
closely reminisced
in my memory bank-
i realized in the end,
it's a deceiving phantasm,
just your silhouette
unmoved,
stagnant in my heart woes-

blue rose for you

the sun sank beneath the horizon,
leaving the sky bathed in shades of marmalade,
fading into pink, grey
and...infinite midnightblue

we paced on soft velvety sands,
our intertwined hands
seeking warmth in the night breeze;
your aquamarine irises,
my serendipity-

your ruby lips pressed mine,
firing red rose ember of my soul;
snow satin that brushed against my skin
how pure the touch was-
like the white rose!

pledging undying love
my bonny lass,
by the navy blue sea
i held a blue rose
promising eternity...

9a.m. under an oak

In this delightful morning,
cozily laid on her back
above was copper laurel of ageing oak,
hosting a spread of dewy grass in the vast field;
its leaves fell like notes from piano
Pianissimo music played from nowhere.
or was it elsewhere?

Look at the angelic sky!
a parade of goddesses dressed in white
smooth flowing golden hair,
creating a phantom of delight
in the fathomless serenity--
the bliss of solitude she’d yearned for so long well,
finally came to dwell.