Romancing the Jewel


Romancing the Jewel

There’s one belief one can’t deny

That angels fly, high in the sky.

And people say, they’re humans, just with wings,

I’d say- just birds, those worldly things.

But one can’t fool, when world’s aware

And try such thing- one wouldn’t dare.

We sit on bench, I contemplate

This ginormous emerald’s fate.

The cold, fresh air that thou inhale,

Comes from the green on city’s pale.

Thou’ll have to sit here- judge it’s size

I wish, I could lend thee my eyes

For either way thou’ll dissolve in bliss

But it gets better if thou don’t miss

How brook trails down into the lake

Canopy’s spearheads tremble and shake

Amongst the chaos of greenish shades

Hiding the sky, those leafy blades

And butterflies- burst, fly, explode

Trail deeper, cease tracing the road!

Enough of resting- we’ll return

Let this sea thy feelings churn

And like mood, let’s trek up hills

Along, collecting angel’s quills

They float on breeze, brushing thy lips

As thou take rest on rocky tips

And gaze at former spanning the sun

The green waves underneath will stun

Thee the more thou look, the more thou feel

Thine empty heart it’ll beg not, steal

And keep it in the dark abyss

Of one deep lake- thou cannot miss

As thou’ve sat on that one bench

Right before I gave thee a wrench

And made thee walk through green so strong

It flushed away all that feels wrong.

In Rains- umbrella-cap mushrooms,

Empty vast spaces, empty rooms,

And what not else that thou might see

Whilst over the edge of well gaze we

I bet, thou’ll remember that jolly place

Where bunnies jump around and race,

And mother goose with gooselings round

Away from monkey, walks around

And pups, those pups in paw and prance,

Play with thee well in awkward dance

And all those fishes in a wishing pit

Swim around, whilst their nurturers sit.

Arachnids, colourful insects and dragons,

Antelope trails- trekking bandwagons,

Lush green breath of city-odd freshness

Hitting like nature’s creative madness!

Climb up the tower, horizon scan,

And hills and lakes then see you can,

And suddenly right straight ahead

Angels descend- rightly said

Thence through the woods, a trail to follow

Rushing thee under that tree and a few hollow

Just right before they flutter and wail

And forget a feather from their tail.

And all those adventures blood thy pump

For thou have to crawl, climb and jump

To make through all of the miniscule joys

And get to the show for Big boys:

World’s cut in half by pink sunset,

Crickety aura then in gets set.

And wall of darkness sets on place

And lost thou art as if in space,


But look a sparkly matrix blooms up ahead,

It rains to sky through trees from bed

And when one dot towards you flies,

A myriad of fireflies- you realise!

We sit in silence, absorb the vibe

There’s no need for me to describe

Mellow senses, mellow mood, mellow us all in one

As long as we have Sanjay Van…

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Love Nature


An elegant curve of the path

With shades all around…

A pair of Arabesque hills

As they turn into the plotted math

Of scattered ponds on the ground…

And a few of memorable stills

Turning it’s whole beige core into wrath

Of multilateral picture- green all abound…

And ending at a pair of strings of matrix nils

Exploding into a flowy, shrill- shivery brown path

And stars exploding all around…

With all trees behind rising up like hills.

Contemplating about the hidden treasure

The Boom Impending


Something different is in this air…
This air is ethereal…

This air is eternal…

This air is yours Oh Earth…

Tell me whether it is real…

Tell me even if it’s carnal…

Tell me even if in dearth…

Drop at me like autumn rain…

Drop at me that heavy news…

Drop at me how Environment is climbing for the noose…

Sweep away my worldly pain…

Sweep away my subtle cruise…

Sweep away all worldly men, who dareth you to loose…

What if…


What if at the end of the line, if we say no to “Is there anything that you want for what you’ll be willing to go through the hell all over again?” and therein lies our salvation?

What if in process described lies the sole purpose, the educational aim of meditation?

The neighbours’ greed

turnt conquistador…

The conquistador’s wrath

against one’s valour…

The rebel’s sloth

of neighbour’s neighbour…

The early murder

was in labour…

The glutonny of the free

turnt sinners into hoarders…

The feudal lust

grew up those country borders…

The current pride

lies in the strength of orders…

What if…

What if he asks & you say- “Yes, more?”

& therein lies punishment?

What if…

Verbose at night


Lots of emotions + a vocabulary growing extinct day by day may lead to a creative envision of the events that can be visualized by an imaginative reader…

This is a first breach into this genre, I have no idea what effect will it have on you…

Please review…

A lady mind- centred foreplay erotica…


Verbose at Night…

Night of a Glance

 

My heart is full with love for you…
My eyes are full with gratitude
My feelings yearn for your attitude
But feelings’re tender things…
I think of you, I thank you
I wink at you, I thank you
Declared my love with heart on plate
I slipped, but I hope I ain’t late…
(My brave and lovely Sweetness, cat,
She’s sleeping on her lovely mat…)
My baby, baby- I will sleep…
For now, you listen-don’t be a creep!
(For I’m in love with curly hair…
And girl is fair, very fair…
Her wavy red sea all around,
Her wavy bosom.) “I’m on the ground
I see the stars, I see the eyes
But I fail more to fantasize…
My fingers weep for her lips a touch
Thank you so much, thank you so much…
Yes, maybe I am mad right now
But I am now, I’m very now!!!
‘She’s still afraid of both my eyes
That I’ll like her less than her disguise.
So I’ll look forward for her gaze…
She will amaze, she will amaze…’

‘Brave up, my heart, for we are trying…
Please, do it right- we’re not flying…’
I think of you, my eyes swell up…
My pounding heart- please, don’t screw up!!!
The thought just stays in all those curls…
All feelings, all like water whirls…
I see there maths and maths sees me…
My heart shouts out- cease me, cease me!
Those eyes, eyes of emerald are those…
I look at sun, I look up close…
Their blinding beauty finds me now…
I’m blinded, thus I ask-“Just how?”
Things, she claims she’s never heard…
Amazing, that had her, never stirred…
She feels afraid, yet warm at soul…
But all that fear makes her a ghoul…
Just understand he’s afraid too…
And she is too, and they’re too…
Of seven is afraid that two…
For it ate nine, but I won’t you…

(For those who get emotional a bit)

Sweetness, Sweetness, please don’t cry…
Look that’s dancing “chicken fry”…
What about that wrapping roll?
It grooves so bad to rock’n’roll…
Flying saucers, falling pans…
That’s how kitchen things are- they dance…
Clunck- a clunck they spring about…
Are you sane, damn,  are you sound?
Oh my God, my God- that a mess!!!
Oils, vinegars, sauces- on recess…
Cleaning up will be a  stress…
They’re shaking them legs no less…
My little curly mess right there…
Starts moving as if she doesn’t care…
She goes around and turns about…
With kitchen sink clapping, so sound…
Crazy wild girl and kitchen tools…
Prancing about the kitchen, like fools…
He walks inside and sees her that sad…
“Come dance with me!”- THAT’s very bad…
Chairs and table all vanish aside…
He’s lucky to have her by his side…
Now she is smiling all along…
His mission accomplished all so strong…

Night of Feather

To the lady with stars on her cheek…

(This pretty being have I seen…
Becoming hers I got so keen…
Has lots of thoughts up right her mind…
She all time catty, smiling, kind…
With emeraldy eyes at me she gazed…
With feelings’ coating soul my glazed…
She got entwined in all her thoughts…)
But I am there to connect the dots…
Fearless Sweetness, she turned mine…
Though that was not by my design…
Me becoming hers, she became mine…
Well, it sounds great and still goes fine…
(“Don’t get sexual!“- that’s what she said…
Yet, biting her lips, she lied in her bed…)
‘I went right on describing filth…
She imagined all, but felt her quilt…
I pushed the boundaries, controlled myself…
For her request, I ceased THAT self…
She went on saying, yes that’s right…
I had her then and I felt- might…’
She said: “No sex!“- yet dwelled ecstatic…
‘I felt her thighs and then it’s static…
Taming the beast, stopping right there…
It’s not just me, you too are there…
In my hands there is your hair…
Yet no kiss, all we do is stare…’
Don’t get sexual, yet please embrace!!!
That’s the most amazing maze…
Solving which I’ll pass my time…
Kissing you- committing crime…
Right I see the way she does pout…
An urge to have them in my mouth…
I can’t see things, a blurry vision…
To kiss or bite- a tough decision…
(He waits, he waits well past midnight…
And get a glimpse of her he might…
He thought he’ll catch her, then they’d kiss…
But to his left, in car left his miss…
His desperation growing old…
He yearns to feel, when her do hold…
Away with chivalry, away with thoughts…
He’ll have her then, with all the clothes…)
(She hopes, he’ll get the magic right…
To feel her, she’ll give him a green light…)
(He’ll cage his energy for feather’s touch…
He’ll give her things she’ll love so much…)
(She has her wings, but won’t let them spread…
Envisioning things all time in her bed:
She’ll see him climbing over her…
She’ll clutch him, make him own her…
She’s shy, she’s there right there in bed…
All kinds of things right there in head…)

(He can’t control, he can’t resist…
To find her soul, clenches her wrist…
Right on her, he falls all slightly…
His intentions she can’t take lightly…)
We can’t, no sex, no damn ways…
(With her legs she clings to embrace…
To get his mind, to help his mind…
She clings to him, so damn tight…
Her lips don’t leave his- tight embrace…
He truly, truly can’t feel his face…
With both his hands- he her head he takes…
He doesn’t care what is at stakes…
He pushes her head well deep in pillow…
Her fallen hair resembles a willow…
He licks her once as if she’s cream…
Then she wakes up- it was a dream…)

Night of a Touch

(She hides her mountains with them clouds…
Leaving all men die in doubts…
She hides the rocks right under waves…
He never knew he got one of them babes…)
(In rocking chair he rocks and types…
While his lady gets her shy vibes…
His mind right now, pounds and hypes…)
Why isn’t she from naked tribes…
(“Please stop, please stop!“- she says out loud…
But not for him, that’s all for crowd…
She craves and craves for each word that drops his lips…
That maybe he’ll kiss her with his hands on her hips…)
(She has that wink, she has that smile…
Her racy voice is heard from a mile…
She can seduce with “Mio  Amor…
He’ll let her in and shut the door…)
(What he’d have done if she was wild…
His efforts would’ve gone a mild…
For she’d done a lot of things, her own…
Forbidden things she would’ve shown…
The door is closed, the eyes wide shut…
The big bad wolf just blew the hut…
The huts-his head, the wolf is she…
With her on top that’s how sit we…
Right on his shoulders all her weight…
Get to the business thinking straight…
The warmth of thighs is turning on…
Look at her shyness all its gone…

(His head in hands they dance in stance…
That’s a tornado for a foreign glance…)
(He bends right forward holding her back…
Her butt- the table, with a smack…
He frees his head and behaves right…
Goes from the thighs up to her might…
His waist on hers that feelings warm…
What happens next is just a storm…)
(Her hairs’ on table, back’s her bent…
She kisses him, impacts a dent…
He holds her tight amidst her flight…
Their closeness feels perfect and right…
Her lips on his, she bends her neck…
Her hands go down… He’s:- “What the heck?”)
(That naughty- shy girl spreads her wings…
Now, she is doing crazy things…
His collar is clutched, neck is licked…
He was leading, but now feels tricked…
The raging monster to him she clings…
Back unto the wall their union springs…
The wall’s a cheat, it’s not right there…
He’s on the ground out of nowhere…
The fall left him out of the breath…
Breathtaking- that’s how she looks- a bet…)
(She takes his hands and leads the blind…
For things he might not ever find…
She says- “Be gentle!” Less she knew…)
(He was an artist- her he drew…
He drew on her like on canvas paper…
He felt her arms, like sticks- the draper…
His slightest touch left her like goose…
Hands at her back unhooking them loose…
After much time she gives him to lead…
He feels her up with no less greed…)
(Enlightened, she lifts her eyes to ceiling…
He touches her lips- she’s very willing…
She slides away her plans on tips…
He lifts her closer by her hips…
She looks at him with funny discontent…)
(He gets this- lady is crooked and bent…
With open palm he goes through hair…
Her skin so soft, babyish and fair…
His other hand on her back gets under…
Her skin, a touch is just a wonder…
He leaves her hair and gets tight pressed…
His interest got her impressed…)
(She backed him off and in a jest…
Removed her very skinny vest…
The boy astonished, mouth wide…
Is that adulthood by his side…
He meddles, waits, her to give a cue…
She sits like that for moments a few…
She saw him brave, but now he’s not…
She sees how helpless, shocked he got…
She then rewards him with a tight embrace…
And heard his heart in chest run race…)
(Two points of excitement pressed against his chest…
To interpret he does his best…
He feels her hands slight down his waist…
His shirt was pressed- oh what a waste…
Unbuttoned him like in that game…
He then got lucky- and for her- fame…
He sees them right and firm and tight…
Touch them as well he maybe might…
He feels all grateful, all again…
In her embrace he does that drain…
Her warmth against his jumping chest…
He feels her breast, yes that’s her breast…
He didn’t figure- the switch got on…
To give her he’s got feels a tonne…
His hands run free & wild and got behind…
What he did there is on your mind…
That’s hard to stop, high is the tension…
He longs for this moment’s extention…
His first encounter with a her life…
To catch his breath he had to strife…
He lifts her up and lay on ground…
To her body his mind is bound…
All he sees- switches a bunch…
He sucks her lips with upward hunch…
He leaves her lips and licks downtown…
He is her king, but where’s the crown?
His lips on left, on right- his magic…
Hard- soft, hard- soft, to make it tragic…
She kissed his head, he kissed her bosom…
And overall it feels so awesome…
He gets some teeth right on her nip…
She gets so high- a marijuana trip…
He’ll stop it there, let her think…
Next time at him when she’ll wink…
She will undress him-  and so will he…
His hands so gentle- where they should be…
They are free, this can be true…
Now she can think of things to do…)

 

4SJ

 

Please, tell me how this is…

A sound evening Crush


“Fairy tale, fairy tale & cartoon life…

I’m the Prince, you’ll be my wife…

La-la-la, la-la-la- they show no strife…

La-la trough!- there goes your life…

Three hours ago I was in town…
And now I feel alone…
That girl- that girl, in that gown…
Now I feel as if reborn…

Like a chute- like a chute, her dress I found…
Look at her- and your mind flies…
But gives no chance to get off ground…
Don’t compliment me!“…- those are lies…

To the left- to the right, now turned around…
I swear, by her side- a Unicorn…

And her heels, make, that hoof sound…

She was there and now she’s gone…

“Fairy tale, fairy tale & cartoon life…

I’m the Prince, you’ll be my wife…

La-la-la, la-la-la- they show no strife…

La-la trough!- there goes your life…

“Where is she- the sweet Unknown?
You appear, change- quite a time…
I’ll see a new and you’ll be gone…
But till then we’re fine…”

Through the Day, through the night…
She is by my side…
We dance and sing… Till there’s light
Though that happens in my mind…

“Sometime from now, when I’ll be alone…
And she’ll be in the sky…
With eyes closed I’ll see the storm…
To the sorrow, say- “Good bye!”

“Fairy tale, fairy tale & cartoon life…

I’m the Prince, you’ll be my wife…

La-la-la, la-la-la- they show no strife…

La-la trough!- there goes your life…”

Love of my life…


Hey lady, hey lady, hey lady, hey lady…
I am ready, I’m ready, I’m ready, I’m ready…
Let’s dance tonight… tonight… tonight…
Let’s dance tonight…
Oh, love of my life…

I see you, not far off, in that dress, with blue strands…
And I feel like heaven, descended and I am in trance…
Oh- oh- and I am in trance…
Through all this turmoil and my drunk big heavy head…
Blinding my eyes. my star is right there ahead…

Oh Tulip, oh Dahlia, oh Lily, oh Chrysanthemum…
My lady ‘s, no flower, but thanks to her Mom…
Drinking her gaze, makes me drunk even more…
But looking at you, my eyes, can never go sore…

Hey lady, hey lady, hey lady, hey lady…
I am ready, I’m ready, I’m ready, I’m ready…
Let’s dance tonight… tonight… tonight…
Let’s dance tonight…
Oh, love of my life…

My eyes, wide open, as if it’s for first time…
To say that to you, oh you, will be a crime…
Oh- oh- worst crime…
It’s crystal, today, but I feel, way back in time…
That finger, tells me, that love values no time…

My left hand- your waist, my right hand- your hand…
We freeze, hands raised, you twirl, I stand…
I cannot resist, I hold my breath and you so tight…
With your heart beside, I feel so light…

Hey lady, hey lady, hey lady, hey lady…
I am ready, I’m ready, I’m ready, I’m ready…
Let’s dance tonight… tonight… tonight…
Let’s dance tonight…
Oh, love of my life…

Fashion


From what you wear,
to your gear…
Among your friends,
to public trends…

Something, that started
with the lion’s skin
And beautified
the hair pin…

From the clothes
on the Barbie doll
To the beauty
pageant’s call…

From the blingy
sticker on your cell
To something viral
that they sell

From curled up lines
around her eyes
To gentlemanly
bows & ties…

Fashion, fashion everywhere,
you happen to blink
Fashion happening over here
nothing left to think!

That Moment…


Curled mustache,
Jacket of class,
Driven by his clock,
Just like compass,
Golden clips.
He sees a lass
Hesitates not,
Starts to dance…

“I play a jazz song,”
the crowd gets in
“Where’s that guy?”
He cannot be seen!
He knows alright,
To places he’s been…
“Oh, there he is!”
Twisting the floor so keen…

“He’s a great guy!”
           And tossed a coin onto the bar…
Then stretched her leg, out so far…
Like a lady, stepping out of the car…
Drum, saxophone, but not guitar!

The lass sees him,
Out in the crowd…
Twisting,
To me the singer proud…
He twists his leg,
So bold and loud…
To her moves,
It does reach out…

With lacey skirt,
At this great hour…
The lass twists back,
Just like a flower…
Approaching him,
Embarks from the door…
Boom- boom! Clap- clap!
All sing in the choir!!!

“He’s a great guy!”
And tossed a coin onto the bar…
Then stretched her leg, out so far…
Like a lady, stepping out of the car…
Drum, saxophone, but not guitar!

Getting drunk,
By each other’s sight
Waving their hands,
In tact, so right…
Falling in love,
So they might…
Looking at another,
With smile so light!

Well defined,
He catches her hand…
He turns her,
Gentle as a magic wand…
“Crank it up!
          My little band!
They’re in love,
          Don’t you understand?!”

“He’s a great guy!”
And tossed a coin onto the bar…
Then stretched her leg, out so far…
Like a lady, stepping out of the car…
Drum, saxophone, but not guitar!

Twenty’o’seven


It’s twenty’o’seven and I try to find you…
Your smile is like heaven, when I’m right beside you…
I wonder, I hope, how smittening are you???
The irony grins, I still don’t know you…

It’s twenty’o’seven,look up in the skies…
Two glittering stars, I hope those, your eyes…
I repent on my ignorance, I should have been wise…
I failed to recognize you, in your disguise…

It’s twenty’o’seven, I laugh where I stand…
It trembles, as I cover my eyes with my hand…
Tears and disgusted gazes at face of mine land…
It pains in my soul, you forgot to mend…

It’s twenty’o’seven, it pains in my heart…
I see through my past, slowly I fall apart…
No dear, you should have come in the start…
My feelings are hanging as if tucked with a dart…

It’s twenty’o’seven, I gasp, you are late…
Alone, my soul dwindles, that’s my fate…
Hope dies last, I trust in this state…
I resist, just try to remember the date…

It’s twenty’o’seven, it lies on the ground…
I feel so happy and light, as I turn around…
Your angelic hand lifts me up with no sound…
Still irony laughs, to death were you bound…

It’s twenty’o’seven, the earth ain’t still…
Just feel, you’re bound to someone, or you will…
Though it runs not in accordance with will…
Someday you too will be ground in love’s mill…

A Chocolate and a Rose


(This one is for Valentine’s Day, it’s with a tinge of humour)

If only I knew romance prolific…
For you would I have crossed Pacific
My feet would have I climbed the Eiffel Tower…
Just only if I had enough love power

For you my dear, I’ll put a show of Fashion…
But yet, I know it’s not the only passion…
You and I’ll tour this wonder- world…
And I will be with you, through hot and cold…

Would I put your name out of Stonehendge’s stones…
And with my eyes engrave your name on dinosaur’s bones…
If only I knew, for you I knew romance
A line would I bend into a hyperbola stance…
I’ll make Beckham to bend in your name…
All this, in the name of our love’s fame

I’ll fight with my lion, if need there would be…
Oh yes, he is mine, as hope would be thee…
Guess who brought my blue world a wee of pink hue?
Don’t look around, oh muse of mine, its you…
Oh dear, I’m a frog and I’ll jump over a mile…
Just, so that, the line above bring you a smile…

Some people call me a Nazi of Grammar,
On your head thus, I bash Thorian hammer
Alcohol, me your acid, spark up, we- ester…
Oh muse of mine, what can be “bester”???

Oh dear, to put a feather in your tummy…
I don’t at all need to sound funny…
Enough of childish things you heard…
Break free you cage bound bird

Ocean’s not deep neither are skies…
But depth I can’t find in your eyes…
Desperate, sit on a bench, look up for moon…
But deep beneath, I wish to see you soon…

Fly around, tweet around, vapourise…
Just then emerge to me, my sunrise
Just hope, reading this you bored didn’t get…
The way I didn’t since the day we met…

Let me cut this down, up you psych…
Oh muse, you are the one I like
Oh muse of mine, my beauty, o’dear
My vocabulary here goes wear and tear…

So here we are on this day of Valentine…
I end by asking- “Why can’t you be mine?”

I hope you all liked this rhyme…
And reading this didn’t waste your time…
Girl, you said a chocolate and a rose…
Now tell me was this upto that dose???

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