Sunday 30 August 2015

Him always

His sweet smile;
that lit his eyes;
carefully hiding excitements;
he will share 
soon , very soon

His eyes
bore into me;
for mysteries
I will unravel
slowly and slowly

Oh! His touch,
my body shivers,
even when our hands touch
for brief few seconds,
short and sweet
yet seemingly long

His strong perfume
casts magic,
charm me 
to dream filled,
with sweet love

His voice
lyrical sometimes;
masculine sometimes;
make me want,
to hear him many many times

Being with him,
for hours forever.
is what I want
right now always

Farmer’s pride

The farmer stares, At open skies, Hopelessly searching, For fluffy thick clouds. To his dismay, The sky is blue, The sun is out, Shining sha...