Dream

Last night i had a dream

i was flying on the wings of melancholy

floating above the realm of pain

the dew of bygones

kissed me soft, like a moth's whisper

the little splendors of happiness

wrapped me in their cocoons...

showering me with flowers

carnations, roses, lilies and many more...

I stood there in a casket of wonder....

A smile all the while, on my face...

A Love Story

Soft wind drifts around,

Her hair danced with them...

Flirting with his eyes...

Her eyes translucent...

Her lips, a deeper shade of wine...

Her face, a carnation...

The corners of her lips,

Moves apart slowly...

Involuntarily, so does his...

His eyes doting on her...

Through the corner of her eyes

She watches him...

His eyes half closed...

The tissue in his hand fell down...

He doesn’t seem to notice...

Watching her is what he does...

A grin left her lips...

As if my a invisible force

His lips gave the way for a smile...

 Here I stand, under the shade

They don't seem to notice me...

Busy in each other they seems to be...

The realm of love

Floating round...

How can my heart not smile?

For so innocent is that gesture...

The passion as fresh as the dew...

I gave a sigh, a moment of envy...

Ah, love! A bow of nectar...

Of Pain

I wish I could please you

With these little songs I write...

Letting you know about my love

The feeling you give me...

About our love, so beautiful

About you, so adorable

But alas, I fail

For you hate me writing...

Never did you bother to glance at them

You push them off like crap

But trust me my love, they aren't.

They are just pieces of my heart

All in front of you...

I see them all praising them,

The words I crafted for you...

And heavily does it hurt me...

For you care none of the same...

I know not the reason for this vintage

But certainly I hope one day it subsides...

So that one day you'll read them and

Know what you really mean to me...

Bunches of Roses

Red, erotic bunches

stands in the pot...

the petals baptized in blood...

speaking of love, they are...

they whisper to each other

As I caress them...

trickling them with my finger...

Messages of love and friendship

they shouts loud...

Of lust so deep and enchanting...

Missing Him

Sits her, on the cushion of melancholy

Deep in thought she seems to be...

momentarily does it passes

A feeling of whisper

Softly the breeze blew 

Lightly her lips are caressed...

Opening her eyes

She sees none...

Missing him was it all about. . .