Loves me , Loves me not : Part 2

Loves me , loves me not.
She asked as if dead flowers yield.

I asked a flower a nuance like love
and he yielded but may.

Silence follwed

and some more.....

And that fragrance on the heels said
come what may
love , is what is to stay :
The rest never was.


P.S : Part 1 on sinha's webpage :)
Thanks for the idea sinha.

Whatever Happened to Forgiveness !!!

In my transgression
I hope your fleeting reality
suffices its face and look and fame and Name.

I'll tell you what :
Realities. Sins. Truths. Fames. Passions. Names.
These gadgets to humanhood are surpassed every second.
By Time.
And another name that Albert spoke of , as Einstein.
Relativity.

Bask
my Love , My Friend , My Foe , My brother , My father , My sister
My mother , My child
in the ignorance of reality ,
counting my sins.
While time's on a run.

But Remember.
None remain to receive their share of Love.Afterwards.
Remember.
Never afterwards.

My mollycoddle

I see you within and without the white sheets of our love
the silhouettes of our love rise and fall - undulating.
for all the folly ,for all the wisdom
for all the strings of freedom we chasten
as we stay and as we move on by
I look at you to steal an eye........

Your thoughts are the fur
to the bloat coat I make of your meaning to me.
And as the contours in your eyes blur
they obliviously soothe my weening to be.

In the making of these coats and drapes
I wonder what this festoonery is all about.
And how less powerful
love should have been.

In my little boots I carry you
like you in your arms carry me ,
only less physically
and less metaphorically
and less practically
but the you in you , I do ferry.

I have to sometimes uncover you within
to seek you without
like some kid soaring high with a colorful kite,
oh that acclivity
and your little footsteps in my eyes,shining discrete,
and as you glance back
with that innocence
I stand smiling for the vicious sins I can be
for that single moment
for that single lifetime.

When Love ages

Days will go without touching you too much
Days will slide you not feeling me much
But the Love will be , for you
and you.

I will walk by , you will look into your files
sometimes you will undress me only with your eyes
And I will see through you.
But Love will be , for you
and you.

We will converge someday.
Everyday we do, we don't know though.
Oblivion is a habit hard to go
when you don't know , what you know
and what you don't know.
But Love will be , for you
and you.

And then I will wake up
and find tea at my bedside
and you and you
waiting for my smile.

pa..........

To not tumble,
it was clutching your hand
that I tasted the little pebbles that lay underneath.
My feet then;
the size of your fingers.

No sooner did it happen
that I toppled for those clouds.
my feet then;
one size bigger then yours.
And I walked away
the best way you taught me to.