judge me not
for my poetry is nothing
but just my thoughts on paper
May16
Category Archives: passion
Jan13
pyrotechnics
cold winter sunlight
thinking of the scorching summer
and passion pyrotechnics
Apr5
loveless
am I the same
person
who loved you madly
needed you desperately
and then
suddenly
I just stopped loving you
making me
an alien
to my earlier thoughts
Dec16
passion
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kiss me hard
let me taste the blood
oh! that fiery passion
Aug12
Consume….haiku
​https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/obsessed/
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you consume me
you haunt me, plague me
is it love?
Mar28
fatal attraction
the first grey hair
the very first wrinkle
my first spectacles
eyes without a twinkle
being lost in the crowd
no one giving a second glance
walking alone lost in my thoughts
nothing can I leave to chance
and then when I see him
my heart still skips a beat
a flutter, a shiver
did he turn on the heat
and I go back a million years
to the days of love and passion
the eyes gleam, the skin glows
it’s all about fatal attraction
Feb25
Soulmate
(google images)
It breaks down barriers
But also creates distances
True love surpasses all
The ups and downs of life
Yet leaves a deep hollow
Inside the wounded heart
That nevers fills up
Or rarely it overflows
With raging emotions
Drowning the self
In the cavernous depths of fantasy
But rises the soul
That has experienced these emotions
To live on and on
Becoming one with its soul mate
In a world of his own
Oblivious to the surroundings
Oct20
ZEN…haibun
http://chevrefeuillescarpediem.blogspot.in/2015/10/carpe-diem-special-176-michael-dylan.html
one . . .
together we count
the falling stars
Taking an inspiration from this haiku:
in your arms
beneath the starlit sky
i found my zen
As we lay beneath the dark skies, I could not see a single star. There were none. The city lights around us were full and bright. Maybe they were blocking out the stars.And then the lights went out. Suddenly the stars appeared out of nowhere. Then, in your arms I found my zen.Oh, I was complete.
Sep8
love story….
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tears and wine
maketh a perfect love story
cant separate the two
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holding a glass of wine
she was drenched in tears
waiting for her beloved
Aug1
In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Dictionary, Shmictionary.”
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it always right
any name you call your beloved
love has no language
