Sunday, 20 January 2013

My dream

Drooling in the dreary, winter mornings
toying with a dream,
The quilt is my friend indeed,
I shine up with a smiling gleam.

Sought you in  my dream, I guess
made me smile during a test,
Cautious not to break the enchantment
as precious as a golden chest.

But alas! It had to wind up
It had to end the spell
I wishfully hopeful was
that the alarm did not bell.

Wednesday, 16 January 2013

The thread

The thread, 
invisible to all but me and you
thwarts my soul .
It pulls me to you, an unseen force
of natural desire, of love, of passion.
We, strangely like two magnetic poles, 
striving hard
to keep away from each other 
have to meet and become one unit,
one heart,
two bodies 
and one soul.
The thread, 
unknown ,unseen
as strong as a metallic wire,
as elastic as rubber,
takes us apart and brings us near again.
It may twist and turn,
it may take another form,yet
it is unbreakable like our love.