Wednesday, 2 February 2011


passion stoma stretched out the beauty
of ceaseless adoration, as you caress the
blank canvas of life, i stared silently the
sky, whole the night dream occupied the
physical landscape, coated colors all over,
as a replica exposed, i released happily all
egos, paused moments between us fused
into the amalgam of colors, sweat, odor -
the fingers altered into the soft, silky, wet
brush, you sailed the yacht anchor less,the
oath to sink together in the swirl of desires,
the promise did not concern the twisters, i
became the bank of turmoil flooded river,
just to expel from the planet of boundaries,
on those impressive moments we reached
to weird but delightful land of peace, love-
the marine surge looked like the wet flames
touching to encircled glow of full moon, we
surrendered here to make the life complete.