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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Rise with you

When the sun stretches its golden arms, and the morning whispers your name, I think of you, steady as the tide, warm as the hearth, a beacon in the quiet storm. Your laughter, a melody that dances through the chaos, a song I hum when the world grows heavy. Your spirit, unyielding, a tree rooted deep, its branches reaching for the infinite sky. In your presence, I am more. Not because you fill me, but because you remind me of the light I carry within. You are the mirror that reflects the beauty I often forget. Together, we are a symphony— not perfect, but alive, each note a testament to the joy of being seen, of being known. You are my safe harbour, my compass in the wild, my friend, my love, my vista And when the night falls, and the stars blink awake, I will rise with you not above, not below, but besides, always besides, in the quiet grace of this boundless love. And when the night descen...

On a special note (Haikus)

She crosses many paths And the Sun is down Her hands are curious Laughter reverberated with ease The sound of a window opening Sky is lit Love, an enigma She looks at her glasses Who is smiling now? Richness of the emotions The eyes look benign Realm of endless thoughts Great is the morning The book falls She touches her mind

Gloom

Blueberries gaping out of a black and white mug chiseled scraped clouds dissemination of a halo Gloom! Persecution of a perspective Shallow intercepts of void the eyes don't pop up on wit Gloom! Smile or a facade? promiscuous promises no more churlish fantasies Gloom! With a bang of sorts exuberance of a victim vivid experiences of certainties Gloom! No voice that sounds like the ocean a vacuum in reason a virtuous moral man Gloom!

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