LOVE, SHE SAYS, IS NOT EXCITING TO HER

She, as she says on her web page, is not in lowest form,

One law is made for her appearance on page,

It is love on the triumph of saved soul,

That she bears over ages of existence on wisdom.

The garden is full of flowers, and total fragrance

Has filled with air of love, that she wants to have,

Affirming words, yet the flame of love, have not come

To greet her in sharing love in excellence.

The words are written boldly, “I am not exiting.”

She wrote it much before she got the message,

It is like haunting like miracle of mirage regain,

Life is something like sensing young if one feels it right there.

She is normal, that she thinks on her way,

Many colored and small pieces of grains she loves,

In the firmament on wishes she does hold,

“My life is just like a small meat to make justice.”

She likes desires and gifts of incessant love, not to slip out,

The web page fills, “I do not feel spiritual either.”

The last words are something performing sequences of least form,

She waits for realization and return on love she is affirming.

MY LOVE LADY

When you come in colors and lights,
you are dazzling,  as if you are mine,
I look at you, your smiling pleases me,
and I think you are in my love.


The shades you carry with your body,
I find there valley, turns, first lines, fields,
those own my shares and love symbols,
lady beauty to feel my pulse of senses.


When I look at your eyes, these are petals
of heavenly lotus, carrying fragrance of love,
that attracts love in kisses and in speechless beauty,
looking in dream chatting symbol of caring and loving. 


When I look at your chin, lips, these are marvel,
seeing the love angles like river that flows inside,
and I feel  rose symbols of love, inside lips' folds,
to suck fluids on the tongue to taste the passion.


You are fine lines of beauty, I love you dear,
It is my path to detect you in the web page turns,
Your smiling hold cap of sweetened position
to single you out for me to love you for ages.


You are dream charm, creation of love in sense
of universe, that I feel in the lonely world of pure purge,
I love you, please stay in the web page all the time,
Be with the symbol of love, in my heart and life. 

MIRROR AND WOMAN

Mirrors are golden opportunity

To ask questions, where lays the silver lightning,

On the way of life, that she bears upon the earth

To hold love, and the move with giant time bound.

She looks on the surface of glass, to detect mole,

On the skin of face, or tears on the eyes, or to make marks

Of beauty on eye lashes, youth and age combine within,

Love is gently moving on vision of wonder on glass-images.

Parallel pictures do come, in the helmet of turns,

Burns, significant change in life’s hive of mystery,

Sonnets, splashes, and thinking eyebrows come reflected

To serve beauty and love in the sure identity of vision.

When saddest, when in merriment, she sits before the mirror,

Just to see the fate of her eyes, to heal the sorrow or to greet blushes,

And she feels blest of the mirror wishes from sovereignty,

That allows her to receive luster of glance reflected inside mirror-stealing.  

TENDER LOVE

Looking wonderful,

Surprised for something,

It is there, you speak that.

Playing delightful,

Bright hope, cool,

Firmness in your face.

Observing plenty,

Sweetened things,

Great surprise in your eyes.

Receiving contents,

New mind, new place, new fingers,

To hold love, extending towards us. 

LOVING RIGHTS

She wants to get relief,

I do not bind her for life,

Here lies our good sentiment,

I love her for her acceptance.

She bends her body to feel it,

That is her taste to fill the sense,

Like praise of love and her beauty,

All her hair flung upon her face.

Only bright eyes are seen,

With hands she pushes hairs away,

Again wind fills the gap, with her hair,

I feel the pleasing gesture, she portrays.

Leaning upon my hand she bounces,

It is life, lending some needs within,

Love is convincing in her smiling,

Learning and coding are here wits.

For a man like me, she is aspiring soul

That she wants to bloom in participating,

That is the sweet curve acting upon me,

Syllables of love silently fill my mind.               

BABY GRANDSON

You have one smiling

pure as God divine.

You have two eyes

sparkling in heavenly bliss.

You have divine space

upon the earth.

You have a great image of love,

my baby grand son.

You have tiny and

soft limbs to be cared for.

We swear to keep you pure

and sublime as you are now.

You have a life

that has spontaneous charms

like holy flame,

that ignites our love-heart

to feel you and keep you safe.

 

The sun has significance

in love of your heaven.

My grand baby son thus may live

with God’s heaven,

with many baby lives

in grace who are on this earth.

You are the life having

your pious smiling on the face.

PROTECTING LOVE

-“Shall I wait for you dear?”

These were words written in despair,

I could not be fair in my answer,

I just say, “You are different.”

“Please do your duty, with your beloved ones,

Who are near and dear with you, in your life,

I am distant love with no swearing aspects.”

I cannot be different, dear, life is wave.” She said.

What I have to share anything beyond,

I have only heart and existence,

Motivational sponsor,

Someone on the shore.

I am walking with love,

She comes and gives feeling of pleasant chant,

It is a dream on web page loving,

We live, we share, we dream, we pass somehow.

“You are talking like poetry.” I said,

Immediately she replied,

“Choose a place or a web page,

No need of words, no need of waiting.”

I have tried to find a place or a web page,

Everywhere appointment is evident,

No free space or page is left for choice,

Chosen eyes fill all trends, I am in crowd,

Warm shelter never dies, paces are filled,

Freedom has some fishy lair that is unspoken,

I am amongst them; I am in grasp of livelihood,

Priorities are to protect love in heart, in solitude.

Time passing away with time’s way,

It does not ponder with wisdom or wishes,

We are not clear on the shore of hope or fear,

We have only life as sharing stream in the universe.

DESTINY OF LOVE

She enters the field of colors' bliss,

The world makes wave of sanctioned lines,

Those are life’s caged joys,

All prove that life has limits.

Her posture is twined

In trust and wealth of mind,

That keeps all sources bright

Of significant shades of things.

She shifts color to color

Red, pink, yellow, brown, green,

Full of vows of dissolving of being,

Marcy is of our love.

She bends as if speech is joyful,

With head bend to pay respect

Of the color of measure and treasure,

In compared sharing of love's kingdom.

Hands are free to defend love,

Warm feeding holds it brave,

We are in trend of coding life,

To receive consciousness as destiny. 

PRISONER OF LIFE

Sometimes she comes on my web page,

Sometimes she vanishes from web page,

As if I am sitting on a broken tree branch,

That is fallen from tree, as storm has done it,

Inappropriate I am in my loving prosody,

And she likes this to obey the life’s dream.

She once comes and puts words, “How are you?”

This makes me hot to answer, “I am not yours.”

But I cannot say it, just put, “Passing my time.”

She the puts words on my wall, “Prisoner of life.”

Golden words I think to put, “Life is translation.”

Immediately she replies, “Life size is a criterion.”

Marooned life just gets awake

I become emblazoned as if she is on the rise

And life is not rock-mass, a web variation,

I want to pull her back, on the care of loving form,

The wonder path is on the code of longing,

I put one sentence in response, “Love sensing is meditating.”

Care has given on the sleep of long bargaining,

Life is not like what we think on country’s swinging,

Exposure of pathway is sometimes becomes controls,

Love becomes one sense of functioning form,

I need not to think of the life where desire is lost,

I think of the last words, “Signaling is not activation.”