Twin Flames

Blush

Soft roses blooming in an upturned face

As a gaze showering beams of purest feelings

Seeks to pour out all the love and longing

Swelling in the other’s heart

Like the rays of sunlight starting off a spurt of growth

Of the flowery plant yearning to show off her art

All the love hidden till this moment of fascination

Comes to the fore, making his beloved blush.

The pinkish red roses, special, just for him

Set the scene for the dance of twinkling eyes

As they flit across shyly towards him

And dart away as swiftly, to gaze at nothingness

Curious, the feelings that another heart can whip up

Which find their way slowly to the glowing cheeks

That try in vain to hide them.

If a gaze could make her roses bloom

With a beauty that nature has to compete with

If this is what love at first sight does

To a doe ripe enough to be held and kissed

Then what wonders still await to unfold

When love yearns to flow out and unite

With the heart that was throbbing all along

And which leaps with joy, as the first glance itself

Sends a passion causing her rosebuds to open?

Picture : Blush – Bella’s Art studio

Your Kisses

Put your lips against mine

To be crushed and blended

Into a concoction of wine, tears

And the essence of our souls

Breathe the kiss, this unique aphrodisiac

Ascend to the dizzying summit of spiralling sensations.

Your lips, a divine fruit gifted by the love-God

Offering contradictory pleasure

As they whisper velvet words which sink

Into the softness of my heart

Cooling the heat of a passion already aflame

Yet they burn trails of love on my skin

Scorching their way, firing up the cold recesses

Of a soul numbed by eons of solitude.

Your kisses, where did you learn the art

Of burning and freezing your beloved

Within a shell of timelessness, spacelessness

Drunk with this aphrodisiac

The inner world takes on a different nature

Thrown into this world I enjoy

The chords composed of my own vibrations

I realize your lips tune them

To match the ethereal music beyond.

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Lovelorn hearts

Like the lone star, scintillating quietly

Too shy of proclaiming her love to the moon

She knows that it’s her destiny

For he’s not yet ready to reciprocate her love

Wait she must patiently, till the divine moment

When his heart becomes full and whole

Luminous, glowing, enveloping her being

Making her vanish into his creamy peach light.

Like the lone star I wait

For the love in his heart to rise to his eyes

The signal that his whole being is aware

The sign that he’s become the full moon.

Like the water lily, waiting for twilight

To dream of her lover, in the melody of the silent night

Sending streams of love from her bloom

To an unknown lover, waiting beyond

Hoping to send a frisson to his heart

To wake up his dormant love, rightfully hers

Like the water lily I gaze at the dark sky

Sending my thoughts out to call upon my love

To awaken a spirit in blissful slumber

It’s time, to embark on a journey of the unknown

To discover the pleasures and perils of a feeling

That for which every human is born.

Love letters

Love letters, love-filled wisps of white,

Floating in the endless sky

Water-vapours of feelings

Emanating from your throbbing heart

Condensing into thick clouds

Travelling great distances, to pour out your love

Into me, as I stand drenched in the downpour.

Love letters, in the form of butterflies

Flitting from one bloom to another

Hues of love streaming from your eyes

Painted on their wings lending them unmatched beauty

I listen closely, as they flutter their wings

To whisper your heart’s messages to me.

Love letters, written on parchments of leaves

Etched with the love pouring from your heart

They ride dangerously on heady currents of water

Rush excitedly to deliver your message

Standing by the mad silver brook

I collect these little green lovenotes with greed.

Kisses full of love, flying from your lips

Misty with the heavy scent of your passion

Now the gentle wind offers to play messenger-boy

Promising to deliver each one of them

Without fail, as I stand mesmerised in the high cliff.

Each element of nature loves a love-story

Each element loves to play cupid

Each pebble, each stone, craves to carry love

To fulfill the yearning of aching hearts.

Picture courtesy Pinterest, Victor-Gabriel Gilbert

“A Young Lady Writing a Letter”

Deep inside the jungle of emotions
Spread as a multi-hued layer over my heart
Sprung up slowly over a life-time
Vines tangled and twisted with florid memories
Of stories going far back, maybe into previous lives.

Hidden within the entwined creepers of my feelings
A secret cave, much like Aladdin’s
Known to none, closed to all
Guarding souvenirs and tokens of secret love.

The cave opens to one word, only one
The syllables of your name, ringing eternally
Wispy traces of sweet nothings etched in my veins
A whisper, enough to send frissons of emotions
Unlike any found in the dark jungle.

Your name, the magic word opening my Aladdin’s Cave
Set in the deep recesses of my soul
Filled with an eternal love so pure
Not to be poisoned by the ivy creeping each day
Making my sentient jungle denser and heavier.

The secret cave will not be opened
The secret love will never pour out
When the poison ivy of pain and despair
Strangle and torture, as is their nature
I recede into my Aladdin’s Cave
To take solace from my treasured love.

Locked away, but still abundant and alive
In this womb, safely nourished
By an umbilical cord leading from my head
Carrying the sweetness of fond remembrances
Maybe a fleeting gaze, an untouched caress.

Till when is it destined to gestate
In my Aladdin’s Cave? A cave so ancient
As my soul itself, pulsating through lifetimes
I wait patiently, for it can sense the throb
Of a similar one, cached in my twin soul.

Picture Pinterest artist Lou Jordan

Cotton Candy Love

Hollow eyes reflecting a hollow spirit
Looking in the mirror to see the mocking reflection
A wounded heart, torn to bits and shreds
Lifeblood oozing away through the cracks.

Searching for the grim picture within the mirror
I see but a vibrant face
Eyes even more lively
The shine of a quiet strong spirit
A cracked heart, growing bigger by the day
Holding traces of love and laughter
Of timeless bliss shared together.

Tears of separation become an obligation
Not wanting to flow, instead
Give way to smiles of scented memories
Pain of rejection becomes a sweet ache
Softening the heart to fluffy cotton candy.

Pushed away, my love came back to me
Snuggling in my heart, like a baby seeking warmth
Nourished, it grew to flow and overflow
Radiant energy beaming through every pore
Remember, my love, I am the mother womb
You help create, I help grow.

What exists today
Is an ever more loving spirit
Brimming with the beauty and courage,
Tempered with the pain of lost love
Love can be thrown away, dispersed into the winds
Still, love can never wither and die.

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Floating Feathers

floating feathers

Two white feathers, blowing from nowhere

Dancing in the air, total surrender

To the fancies of the wind

Each with a story to tell

Of precious moments in a journey, of tears, of smiles.

Blown from nowhere, but brought together

By a Providence whose purpose an eternal mystery

But still they decide to get along

And dance they did to the music of the wind

Two white feathers they be.

The synchrony, the harmony, the grace of a dance

Unique, yet danced a million times

By lovers of yore, since a time stretching behind

One that all living creatures in love

Yearn to dance, wired in their being.

The pure joy of merging, molding and entwining

Of becoming one, with their tiny hearts fusing

At times separating, stretching, floating lazily

Still held together by that tiny strand of love

A dance so rapturous, so joyously they do.

The whole cosmos submerged in heavenly music

The chatter of the leaves, the thud of falling fruits

Adding rhythm and rhyme to the lover’s song

A petal flew from afar, swayed to their tune

Then flew off in search of its own mate.

Then the wind grew tired, stopped her singing

The two floating lovers stunned to stillness

Dropped down to the earth, lying off each other

On the harsh ground, along with stones and thorns.

When the wind blew again off they floated

But as strangers, not wanting to create again

The heady whirling of a passionate dance

Each in their separate ways, yawning

Not bothering to wave goodbye

Two floating feathers, blowing to nowhere.

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