BY A WHISKER.

He is always game for a quickie
Giving me those looks
Never missing an opportunity
To rub himself against me
Intercepting me
Luring me...
He knows me
And the way he looks melts me
No going back now,
I sit down and 
He comes straight to me
A few purrs
 Few rubs...
And he sleeps.


For - g-man

WORLD OF OUR OWN.

Sunrise and Sunsets
Never was so mesmerizing
When one is in love
The sky, moon and the stars
Take a new meaning
When the heart is romaticising.


In pain and hurt
When someone breaks your heart
You turn to the same
Sun, moon and the stars
For solace or to
Be mocked by them.


We live life
Then try to find
THE meaning...
Turning again to the same things
For strength,
Calm and peace.


Nature is all around
And abound
We don't really see
Until we really seek
All that exists outside
Also resides within us.


For - Poetry Jam
          Theme Thursday

AND THEY ESCAPED.

The dreams
Stacked on one another
Lay there
Firmly shut...rotting,
The doors closed,
Keys thrown out....
The pitchfork discarded
So, no one could rake them.
Until, one day
They conspired with each other
And pushed with their might
The rusty hinges
Offered no resistance
They tumbled out
One by one
To bask in the 
Glory of the Sun!


For - Mag 125 

SPELLS

The heat unbearable
As temperatures rise
My throat goes dry
As I sweat rivers
Under your gaze...
Pure fire of desire
Reflected in them
Sucking me into your vortex
Threatening to sweep us
The inevitable, impending
Storm of our love
I am panting for your touch!
I bloom from your springs
As your hot breath
Chills me to the core
Yet, I melt
As you take me to the
Depths of the ocean
Cold, dark and blue
Raising me to the peak
Brilliant, bright and breathtaking!
Tossed and turned
At your mercy
This sweet torture
Makes me wet
With tears
That rain down
From my eyes
As your tender looks
And touch
Says more than words do.


For - dVerse Poetics

MEANING(LESS)

Deep down in the Anahata
Everyone's good
And everyone is human too.
We want to experience all
We eat
We diet
We drink
We indulge
We also meditate
And contemplate
We have our reasons
We only live once.
We do good...not always
We are bad...not with intention
And we have our excuses
We join the rat race
Just for the heck of it
Following trends
And people
Comparing
Gaining and hoarding
Too much or too little
Never enough
Not really Happy
And so we seek
By middle age
We realize time is running out
We try to make amends
Right the wrongs...


What for?
If everything is predestined
Why try at all?


For- dVerse

ATTRAVERSIAMO

It's ok
Shit happens to people
Same Eyes
Different perceptions
Perfection!!
What is it?
No two thoughts are alike
No two people are alike
You don't see things coming
Until they hit you...
Smack! on your face
Many a times
A result of your choice
Moving on is life
Be open to let go.


For - Poetry Jaam
          dVerse

DAMSELS DAMNED!!!

Born with wings
Every intention to fly
And to reach the dizzy heights, 
Tarnished....
Manipulated by men
Used as a pawn
And many a times a puppet
In their vicious game
Of power and their righteousness
Wings clipped,
She was torn,
Lost her voice...crying,
They were all 
Blind, deaf and mute
Or pretended to be so
So she let go
And beat them to it!!


For - Mag 124

SPLIT.

He would melt at her smile. Laughing at every silly thing she said or did. He was a dotting dad.


He didn't bat an eyelid and smirked while shooting a person dead, cold blood.


He remembered the birthdays and anniversary, was always at his wife's side whenever she needed him.


He was ruthless....raping women in front of their husbands, before killing them both in front of their kids.


He was always there for his family....always moved to tears at the drop of a hat. Emotional.


He never forgot and nor did he forgive. He made the kids peddle drugs and trafficked young girls, sold them. Stone hearted.


At home, he was divine.... a perfect husband and father.


Away from home, he was the devil. Feared and hated by many. He was THE mafia.


For - Mag 123

TORRENT

At the sound of distant thunder

The birds get frantic

To return home...to safety

The wind picks up speed

Gloom around

Blowing up dust, litter and some leaves

People are scurrying too

Everybody likes rain

Yet, at the first drops

Everyone scrambles for shelter

Many thoughts running with them

Late for work,

Late for appointment

Late for school

Just late....

Worrying about their hair,

Their dress,

Their make-up and shoes

Everyone likes rain

I open the window

Breathe in the wet air

The smell of the wet mud

I put my face out

Let the spray wake me

Sitting on the window sill,

My legs dangling...

Cleansing,

Soothing and calming

I let it pour on me!

For - dVerse ~ OpenLinkNight

          poetry jaam - mood swings.

LOVERS' COVE CHALLENGE - 2

Linking after Nilanjana - 


He smiled. He could have said 'yes', seized the moment and the opportunity presented. But, he wanted her to heal first and not get into  a relationship on a rebound.


Lovers' Cove Challenge...please link up your entries here.http://apd-loverscove.blogspot.in/2012/06/lovers-cove-challenge-2-06262012.html