And all those unspoken thoughts and intentions,
The beauty of them,
Drowned by incessant chatter,
Resurface, when given a chance.
And all those unspoken thoughts and intentions,
The beauty of them,
Drowned by incessant chatter,
Resurface, when given a chance.
I fantasise about getting to know you, everyday —
Your skin glistens as I seek to discover the unbound pleasures of you,
Of the thought of you
Tremors course through your body as I make my way to the pot of gold,
Shimmery and dazzling
Rivulets appear in places where one would want to find them,
Gleaming in all their glory.
I find my way through the lush meadows, lusher than ever,
Heading over uncharted terrain, marking my territory
With romance, and with poetry;
Neverfound lands, newfound sensations
Sensations of adventure, and sensations of transcendence,
Taking in everything, taking in you.
I drink from the abundant wells, I lap it up all up
I swoon, I coddle
I give all I can give, and some more
For I’m a seeker, and I seek to know you
I’m a lover, and I yearn to love you
And I dream about making endless passion with you.
The giver,
The one who gives too much
The one who has too much to give
Lies curled up in a corner
‘Cuz all he ever wanted
Was to be given the same amount.

And the majestic tree stands,
Still as life,
As the chaos unfolds,
Bustling in and bustling out —
Taking it all in,
Content in its disposition,
Content, and beautiful,
Growing all the while,
Taking in the sights,
Taking in everything.
Feverish energy
Unbounded urges
All of life’s passion —
The raucousness of youth
The restlessness of hormones
The mind in daze
The heart on fire
The almost-touches, the almost-grazes
A glorious pot of burning gold
Bursting to swathe you, all over
In gold, in silver
In silver, and in gold;
Swimming in the glory
Never felt so good.
The floor has been set.
The music has been put on.
The participants await, in eager anticipation of the back-and-forth
Hoping to be sometimes playful,
Sometimes challenging.
An outstretched hand
A swirl and a twirl
Counting the other to be ready for the counter-move,
The one that’s necessary, for completion’s sake.
They look to inspire the best in each other,
And, if need be,
They’re quick to make up for one another.
You’ve got your dreams and your zeals,
Your adorations and infatuations,
And things you’ve got to do,
Just for their sake;
But is that all you crave,
Is that all you want –
Do you not put your heart out on the line,
And perhaps enjoy a little bit of mellow,
A little bit of tenderness,
In the form of a human
Do you not crave a shared joy,
Or perhaps a fulfilling contentment,
In the arms of a lover
Do you not, for once, look in front of you,
And think about the possibilities,
Of what could be –
Or is it just the things you’ve got to do,
Just for their own sake.
Routine –
The rigmarole of routine,
The precision of routine,
The familiarity of routine,
The routine of routine,
Tell me –
Do you see its derisive countenance,
Or its indulgent charm?
Healing –
May your pain humble you,
And put you on a path,
Where you find comfort and solace,
In life around you.
They were miles apart, her and him
He kept her going,
And him, she;
They were the very fabric of each other’s existence.