Dream Girl

It was the stubble

That was the hurdle.

Time was running out,

He had to get out.

A quick shave in haste,

With this and that paste,

Gets his cheek to shine, 

It was well past nine.

Last flick to his hair,

Makes sure of his flair,

A slap of perfume,

He felt armed with plume.

To impress, he climbed

Into bed, wide eyed,

For it was the night,

His dream girl, come might.

:D

Passionate Woods

Walk with me,

In these woods,

A carpet of 

Dried leaves,

Crackle in murmurs

Insinuating passions,

We walk by.

An erect root,

Plunging into

The moist earth,

Trips Us Against

Its tree trunk,

We pause.

On this bed of

Wood, we wed,

Creepers sprout

from my hands,

Entwine you

Garland you

I pause.

A sweeping breeze

Chants, Enchants,

Blows your hair,

Exposing your

Sacrificial neck

You look to

The skies,

You pause.

A thousand leaves,

Kiss above,

A thousand rays,

Rain from the gaps 

of their lips,

Strike you,

Bless us,

They pause.

A moment of 

Silence,

Two hearts beat

Into One,

Disappear.

Words, Only Words

Let

me cast

A   net   of

words to draw you 

near, hoping that you will

maybe  lend an ear to what

they wish to say, Let me also

make some space here    just a little so

that your eyes can peep through it and enter

into  A maze of thoughts by their twists and turns.
Fret not now,these few lines won't grow much longer
for they have been set to one particular meter
that grows by a word and then descends
shedding one word a time till such
A line comes where you are
left dangling all alone In
sudden desertion by the
very words that
wished you
Here.

My Love, My ..........

Breathe Over Me

A lilting breeze,

Just so cold,

A naked skin,

Would be fond.

Sprinkle over me

Tiny Orbs of Drops,

Just so small,

A naked skin,

Would adorn.

My Love, My Bangalore

Door

A door awaits you,
Find it.
A door awaits you,
Enter it.

A door
That guards not,
To keep you away..
That stands only,
To guide you this way..
That draws you,
To whisk you away..

As you approach, knock not,
It flings its arms open
in welcome.

Pause a moment,
ponder over,
the trail you've
left behind

Close your eyes,
let the wind
Carry you over to
the other side.

As you cross the border
Of two worlds,
Place your finger,
A delicate touch
On the door,
Like a groom does
to A bride,
Suffuse it's weathered
body and soul with
An imprint of
your life,

Let it breathe In
your travails,
into its grains,

Let go your finger,
Enter it, And
Consummate.

~nanda

photo details:

Evening at  Chanoutha Village

Chamba District, Himachal Pradesh

30/5/2012