We met in a state of trance

Iniquitous

differences apart

or whatever sets me in

I meet her

when I start the fire

She gives me a wholesome peck

and not so mellow trespass of a kiss

the lips cannot swallow the heat

I hold her and I see her melt

I upstart another thaw

and we celebrate

temporary-ness

this is the moment

of infectious insanity

and of intense touches of the soul

Over beer mugs.

I watch her move around

creative with the taste

making her move

makes me hold her hands

and make her melt

with the rejoice of lust

Am I wicked?

and the raging fire

Stalls the insights

Of facade of life as we know it

All barriers get shackled

I get situationally aligned

Into the rapturous merger

I rise with her

And the hungry souls

use the bodies, transitionally

clothes are not the barriers

and the fire

rages higher

I meet her

and we make beautiful love

The trance

Is happening now

and when I look out of the window

the clouds are up

and it may rain

any moment

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The warmth of a ballad that is you

Few hours are already gone but the aroma of that one hour in the morning today brilliantly matches the feeling that you get when you meet someone who is prepossessing, with the eyes that sparkle perpetually and the wise fragrance of the warmth that starts with a generous hug and sets the day as a therapy in action that beautiful heartful hour when the city was flirting with half sun and half of patchy clouds, was a kind of a poem if one considers steaming breakfast and a animated chatter with a loving human as a complete verse All of it, now that I recall was like a spiritual serendipity, a subtle mindfulness something that I really wish I can describe in these random lines Soulful connections do not always happen randomly there is this organic urge to meet, confabulate and ignite our worlds with each others' presence Your presence is a soothing tender balm and as I take this deep breath and close my eyes I imagine this day would perch in my mind as a sunny bright day where the coo

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Your aura is consistently brewing in my intractable mind need I say I am drenched in it? the day I met you, and it is so recent like the flower that has bloomed in this spring of transcendence the beating heart and the soulful parleys co-existed, at least for me, in those three hours the beguilement of your demeanor and the insights of your innocence it is all embedded in the cells of my prefrontal cortex, refusing to vanish, reluctant to let-go I cannot detach your thoughts from my current state of meditative nonchalance and that is how it has to be as a strain of Sun touches the feet when I write this at the cusp where the departing winter morning seduces in its spell I can't help but smile and close my eyes I am smitten in a most undiscernible way It is subtle in many ways, definitely profound from another version of my own truth and there are few side effects my intellect has become more illuminated and I am charmed into new horizons of hope I cannot really explain this so

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