Monday, 30 May 2011


After intense summer noon the
The evening brings the spell of rain,
The brief cyclonic clouds finally
Disappears, soggy dusk, the wet
Pinkish beam fills our emotions,
The sluiced ivy leaves, shrunk
Fluff unfolds the wing of passion,
Heart desires to touch your lips, a
Wavy darkness creates the magic,
Persona becomes boondocks, the
Night carries the zest of winy
Fragrance, the eyes convey some
Mystifying conformities, we have
No control on sweet corollaries, it
Opens the trail of pensive valley,
In the sleeping hamlet, dreams
Have turned into drifting wings,
Searching the secret path to enter
Through nerves to mind, a sweet
Motion sings on the spinal cord,
Anxious night doesn’t relax, all the
Time throwing the moonlit web,
The whispering hum of heart beat
Goes deep to deeper, the stoma
Of skin spread out with beautiful
Hidden honey, in the backyard –
Nocturnal bloom abruptly splits the
Cubicle aroma, sweating moments
Converts the compliance of thirst,
Embracing curly climbers in the end
Shares the water drops, from leaves
To twig later trip down the moisture
On the surface of rough roots, the
First light knocks the door constantly,
Sluggish eyes searches the scattered
Layers on the floor, drops of love
Are evergreen never goes to dry, its
Difficult to hide, eternal wet glow,
It sustained in infinite way entire life.