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My Butterfly

This poem is dedicated to a little girl of 6 who is watching a beautiful butterfly soaring in the sky, spreading her delicate wings on an Indian Summer. The little girl wants to capture the beauty of the butterfly but the butterfly remains elusive, just beyond her reach. The poem is about the feelings that run in this little girls mind…

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I was sitting on the porch, gaping at the pristine blue sky.
Enjoying the colours breaking slowly, on an Indian summer.
My eyes fall on a butterfly in fluorescent elegance,
Hoping from flower to flower to collect nectar.
 
A delicate and beautiful butterfly, so full of life,
Quietly swirling in the breeze, hovering calmly.
I still myself and track her flight,
Trying to capture, the eloquence.
 
Breezy it is, as she flaps her wings.
I try lunge forward to capture her.
But she’s too quick and eludes me.
Just beyond the mesh of my imagination.
 
Towering in flight, scything through foliage,
Tricking me time and again, I chase to exhaustion.
The more I chase the further she flies,
More elusive she becomes, frustrating me.
 
I want her to know, I wouldn’t hurt her.
I just want to see her up close and personal.
Capture her everlasting beauty in my eyes,
To re-live the beauty with my eyes closed.
 
For from the start, I always knew deep inside,
That I would not be allowed to keep her.
I guess it’s hard to accept that, I will have,
To let her go and watch her fly away.
 
My Butterfly, for once settle on my hand and then…
You can test your wings and fly to the herd.
For you still decide when to say goodbye!!!

 

Photo: Courtesy flickr.com

My Sweet Addiction

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I am addicted to you.
There’s no other way to explain why,
my heart races and my knees weaken,
whenever I am with you.
And why I feel as though something is missing,
whenever we’re apart.

I yearn to see you.
Your dark tresses wayward on your shoulder,
your eyes like dew drops on a flower.
Your confidence makes even nature lose its senses.
In my dreams these glimpse will remain.

I ache to touch you.
My fingers brushing over your body like soft wind,
teasing you and making you shiver in delight.
I want to feel you twitch beneath my hands,
as I explore your sexy exquisite form.

I crave your kiss.
Whether it’s a tender hello or a passionate lip lock,
I need you beside me, filling me in with the heat of love.
The elation of  watching your body shudder in release,
for this is sweet addiction to you.

A sweet addiction is the only explanation…

All I Want

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I don’t ask for much
but what I want is something money can’t buy.

All I want is to wake up with you in my arms
to start a new day where the first thing I glance upon is you.

All I want is to gaze into your big beautiful brown eyes
to see your soul reach out to me in ways we’ve never experienced before.

All I want is to feel your silky flowing tress
to tickle my senses soaring the love within.

All I want is to feel your lips upon mine
to feel your tongue glide against mine fighting for domination I willingly give you.

All I want is to feel your heart against mine
to feel it beat out the same rhythm as my own.

All I want is to prove how much I love you
to show you our love goes beyond all reason.

All I want is to hold your hand
to let you guide me by my own hand, as well.

All I want is to worship you day and night
to treat you like the queen you are.

All I want is to dream with you
to dream of a life without pain.

All I want is to see your smile
to see you joyful and happy.

All I want is to make a life with you
to make a life where anything is possible.

All I want is to love you forever
to make my fairy tale come true.

I don’t ask for much
but what I want is something only you can give.

Artist : Brent Heighton

Painting Courtesy : Romantic Art Gallery. Paris-Rome-London

The Flame Burns Out

A flame burns and goes away,
no longer to walk the light of day.
 
The warmth and comfort linger on,
the comforting light will never be gone.
 
Remember the flame, remember the light.
Remember the sound and the sight.
 
Comfort your soul with memories sweet.
The flame is gone, but not the comforting heat.
 
Warmth for the body, warmth for the soul.
Remember the flame, keep its memory whole.
 
It hasn’t gone, nor walked away.
It has simply faded from the light of day
 
Pain is remembrance and remembrance pain.
But, visit those memories time and again.
 
Wrap yourself in blanket of comforting love.
Feel the flame and the vahament love.
 
Flames flicker and always go out.
But all reunite with joyful shouts.
 
Together once. Together again.
The cycle of life has no end.
 
Cling to and cherish, let sweet memories thrive.
Because a flame has gone out, doesn’t mean it isn’t alive.
 
The light lives within us, it resonates there.
Feel love and comfort, but never despair.
 
The flame may be gone, it may not seem fair.
But someday it will meet you in a place called “up there”.

 

Picture Courtesy : Google Images

Wish You Were Here

As the rain pours down heavily
I stare out, and think of you.
Wish you were here with me now.

At night there is an endless longing
For you to hold me in your arms again.
I miss us laying side by side.
Your body firmly pressed against mine
Such a perfect fit.
Wrapping your arm around my waist
Keeping me close, safe.

Your hands caressed me gingerly
As I melt in your arms.
The soft skin and the delicious torture
A trail sweet kisses and love bites
Traced over every inch
And found their way back again
To my waiting lips.

Your mouth took control of mine.
Fierce passion burning all the way down.
This persistent ache builds
Waiting for the ultimate release.
But until that day comes
I only can have
Impassioned dreams like these.

How I wish…
How I wish you were here.
How I wish you were right beside me.
How I wish you were holding me tight in your arms.

The rain is really harsh tonight.
When I walk in the rain
I don’t cry.
I won’t.
But in the rain, when I scream, yet again, who will really know?

Picture Courtesy : Google Images

Is there such a thing…

What powerful word can it truly be
Is there such a thing
Is there such a place
Within our hearts
Within our souls
Within our spirits
Unconditional
 
Love without limits
Can one really give that way
Can one relinquish that much emotion
Presenting our heart upon a platter
Open and exposed
Vulnerable to the core
Unconditional
 
To trust another human being so completely
To know you will be safe and emotionally protected
To give without a thought
To only know and feel such a love
To surrender all control
To love without restriction
Unconditional
 
Abandon all worries and concerns
To never question, only do
To feel the endless source of giving
To never feel the hesitation
To never hold a doubt
No more pangs of jealousy
Unconditional
 
Is there such a thing as unconditional
To trust someone with your soul
Let my life be an example
For unconditional… Boundless Unconditional Love

A letter from the Soul

I celebrate this year with you
I toast the love we share
And thank God for this blessing
in each and every prayer

It started out with thoughts of you
of feelings so compelling
To search far and wide for you
to express what I’ve been withholding

Now my love, I share with you
a letter from the soul
My deeper feelings for you
than I would even know

At times I see it in your eyes
the need for you to know
The feelings that I have for you
but I’m too afraid to show

One thing that really captures me
my heart, my mind, my soul
Is your unconditional love for me
no matter what the toll

The seasons’ come full circle
from the time we met
You always treated me with love
endearing patience and understanding

I wanted you to know
I love you dear with all my heart
In a letter written to you
A letter from the soul

Preface : With the advent of email and cellphone, we as a generation have lost the art of letter writing. We have even forgotten that there was a time when writing letters was our only means of communicating over long distances. I have to admit that I long to receive a long, heart-rending, soppy letter, filled with words carefully chosen and eternal. “A letter from the soul” is a poem which originated from this thought.

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