Foreplay…

Playing criss-cross on my flat belly,With fingertips that oft escaped to circleWithin lips of a softly voweled navel,You’d let your fingers linger on my skinWhich you said reminded you Of kitten’s underbellies and petals of palash,Your knuckles brushed over my armsIn the whispered intimacy of a caress,As we ate, barely tasting our sustenance.You would carry me …

A Priceless Gift

subtle fingers of mist coveryesteryears in sighs with cracked edgesand sepia footprints are leftby filtering recollectionson the bosom of tranquil moments- transient scribbles of reverielike the hues of fading crepuscule.distant echo of words long forgotten is revived by lethargic solitude interwoven withwith threads of recapitulations,as seemlessly snippets of long erased past unfold in burnished syllables of the old.I remember …

My Routine Weekly Meanderings

The relentless shriek of an impaitent alarm sounds to dozing consciousnesslike a poignant wail frombeyond the horizons of oblivion,the sun grumbles at my lazinessin heated syllablesthar filter through flimsy drapesand the madness of forced monotonybeckons while last crumbsof savored Sunday escape in a groaned expletive...its Monday again.familiar faces, distorted grins,the stench of stale garbage fills nostrilsdreaming of night …

Tempest Storm At Dawn…

Dawn was a liquid preludeechoing in pattering notes on roof tiles,its water colors washed awayby the deluge of overwhelmed clouds,and drenched eucalyptusesswayed like drunken sailors toresonating music of the fluteof damp, tempest breeze.With the duvet wrapped aroundthe lingering warmth of a lost, balmy night,I sat gazing at the silver showersriddling the aged, blistered pavementsin ripple-puckered …

Orphaned Lyrics of a Vagrant Song

an orphaned song longs for lyrical syllables long withered as wizened thoughtsof ripening October days,and rhythm bleachedfrom faded sighs of the muse.faint susurrus of confidence echoes softlylike dogeared words reiterating from geometric contours of igneous juggernauts,only to float as winged seeds of dreamsyet to germinate on the soil of reality.thrill pulses likegulped caffeine sipssingeing walls of intricate tapestry on flesh,as resonant vowels adding spark …

Versatile Ruminations About Self

I am the insomnia of cavorting wavessplashing against the dozing shorelines, their indifference seen ingaping yawns of serrated jaws,while the moon has a lonely chardonnay,amongst disapproving teetotaler stars,sipping bitter espresso till ughten.I am the fractured lyrics of autumn,echoing from parched leafage in mottled, distorted verbiage,their rhythm hollow like distant dreams,of a spring long withered,while within opaque woods …

A Glissando Metamorphosis

(i)mating momentsof kaleidoscopic quivers,in pheromone-crazed clock ticks,in winter's frostbitten minutes or spring's scented gasps,glue eggs on verdure~new life takes birth.(ii)centipede-like gluttony,crawls as vermiform creature,nibbling foliage rustles,while memories and regrets moult in cuticles, dreams abound in stained-glass wings and redolent zephyr-trysts.(iii)days are somnolent under leafage, hibernating in obscurity of chrysalis,miniature wings forgotten astime stands stilllike toppled hourglass,with pocketfuls of nascent moments .(iv)drying gossamer wingsin …

Poetic trysts into brevity

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ag3oQ3rD9YY&feature=youtu.be Read by brief poetry written on vibrant pictures to enhance the beauty of their gorgeous imagery.

Poetic Proclivities…

filling fidelities of blank paperwith promiscuities of poetic fantasy,as wine is spilt in purple splasheson creeping moments of crepuscule,by a ruddy-faced alcoholic sun, and cicadas serenadeunaware of their fallacies of tonelost in naiveté of bliss,and intrigued moon peers onpopcorn moments burstingwith vivid recollections in silence, I try to capture elusive syllablesof burgeoning poetry,as it floats in lowercase …

Dying Dreams of Dandelions…

obscurities of fog yield to washcloth of an early bird sun, with fickle sensibilities, painting honeydew mood swings on azure recollections, in a frozen sigh of water-color waves. the day awakens in bosom of blushing hills on horizon, winking at crescent moon~ lingering as a memory of lost dreams, as it floods rippling waters in …