love that counts..!!!

boquets flowers
picnics spas
gifts wrapped
golden silver
with ribbon pink
flooded over
till i sink
is not what i want..
not that you cannot or must not
but the things that really count...
are your palms clasping mine warm
your hands wrapping my shoulders cold and damp
its the little words
called sweet nothings
caring gestures
unfathomable love
undescribable smile
that glint
that glimpse
that meets my eye
that counts...
hearts that speak
the language with no words
feelings..they are just feelings that have to be felt....
wordless silent
they melt ....
they are what that counts
not boquets flowers
picnics spas
gifts wrapped golden silver
with ribbon pink
all flooded over..
till i sink...sink..sink..!!!

ecstasy?

a yellow orange ball of fire
stacked arranged by the vendor
whoever saw such a lovely hue?
its tinted a reddish yellow..
bringing with it
radiance respite hope
is it a morsel?
or many grains of gold?
this delicious morsel tickels my very soul..
sweet swooning ecstasy....
oh have on me some mercy..!
is it the tender coconut....?
that delectable fruit?..
quenching my parched throats if i choose...
is it drawn from the sugar canes?
or the apricot which i adore?
is it the strawberry with cream?
or the roasted almonds dipped in honey?
is it the sacred pear of Tours?..
or the green sugared fig coarse?
is it the wine red plum or the muscat grape?
strange that as i say soo
the stacked sight vanishes before i know...
an ecstasy
an illusion
a mirage amidst the sand dunes
or just a reflection?
of something tingling from deep within?

Mr.Mysterious..!!

Unfathomable
Mysterious
Was his grin
Each day our eyes met
Only to turn away
But to look again
This time-a longer stint
A glowering glance
I happened to catch that twinkle
That melody, that jingle
Just by chance
Unfathomable
Imperceptible
Piercing
Mysterious were his eyes
Deep blue?
Or bluish green?
How serene..!!
Sea blue?
Sky blue?
I had no clue..!
Which blue?
I wonder….
That sends shivers down my spine….
That calmness
That intensity
Sometimes scorching
Othertimes pale
But all times…mysterious plain….
Damn!!...i don’t even know his name..!
Around the corner
On the cobbled path
Around the art gallery
I track down his path…
The sharper my gaze..
The swifter his pace..
The sooner I hurry down
The sooner he hurries down in to the maze…
Dark corridors
Darker alleys
I’ve reached a high wall..
Or is it a valley??
I haven’t seen him since…
But those eyes deep blue…
Haunt me still….
Its stillness..its serenity..its intensity…
Oh what mystery..!!!
Such mysterious spooky
Such a man was he..!!!