Sadness, a quintessential part
Of our lives governs our heart
Since the creation of the universe.
There are institutes of seismology,
Meteorology and hydrology
For various studies of earth’s functional behaviour
Across the sands of time.
And yet, though the heart has its own
Fire, inundations, tsunamis and sandstorms,
There is so little research done on it.
Poor heart! Just the essentials and that’s all.
With a single sigh, it disappears
In distant solitude, running out of time.
However, hers is a heart
Which always leaves an impression appeasing
Wherever she trod with a holistic approach,
Leaving the air replete with
The scent of a million roses.
While the log fire roared
And the turquoise-hued waves
Touched the shores with peerless love,
Her mind brimmed with memories sweet,
Giving to love a transcending meaning.
She felt she knew her lover
Since a million years.
With a sheepish expression,
She looked at the feisty clouds
High up in the sky
While the rhythmic move
Of the swirling branches
Fanned the air with grace.
All of a sudden, she felt her lover’s hands
Holding her breasts lovingly,
Caressing them with soft touches
And gently drawing her close to him,
So passionate, so compassionate in his moves.
And now the fire of desire
Rose with bright flames
Trying to reach those great heights.
Sometimes hard and at other times harder,
And yet, always desiring for more,
The moments stretched
To phenomenal altitudes
Charting the transparent territories of love
While the moon hid her face behind the clouds
For a sight hot as this one,
She had never seen.