RED INK LETTER
No Sms, no E-mail, no Chat.
Why?
A letter I do prefer to write you
As in pocket close to your
heart
With a rose - fresh, deep red, fragrant
You keep it
while awake
Awake till 10 p.m.
And under white pillow as asleep
Asleep till 6 a.m.
Also my letter you smell at will
Long live the smell
And you smell with a smile
Smile that never fades away .
It’s a letter
Letter written in
red ink
the colour of my love
that shows
And the red
ink of my pen
Even if thousands of letters I write
With this pen carefully kept aside
Only to write for you,
Would never run out as prepared
In the laboratory of my heart,
As endless is my love for you -
Endless, dauntless, priceless.
It’s a letter
- a letter
hand written
Not beautiful as yours though
But the softness of my fingers
You sense as you touch the words
And the words you read bit by bit
As under a tree each day you sit.
Not enough are the words to express
Yet extreme love at my heart
I deposit for you forever.
While writing the letter, I fall asleep
Asleep for some time
And surely see
you in dream
A dream of you too writing to me .
My ear-rings dangle, my bangles clatter
And I wake up as also my hair
The breeze sent by you, does flutter.
Everytime I kiss
my pen as your name
I write time
and again by the
pen -
Your gift so
precious to me
And in the light of lamp
looks shining
Your name like the stars out
of reach
That twinkle
high in the night sky.
Thinking, thinking
for hours,
What do I
write to you?
Should it be
a love letter -
In poetry or
prose form?
Or my other
feelings do I share?
As my entity
you cover in entirety .
Or a letter filled with your
name only ?
A name -
sweet, smart and nice to utter.
Or you are
what to me?
Love is not to like but
to share
To share your everything I’m ready
Do you too?
No speed post, no courier, by a white pigeon
That flies to
the sky of your region
Where on the
bank of a
river, you live alone,
I send my
letter sprayed with
french odour
And water, food,
shelter for rest
You give to
my messenger -
a witness
Witness to our
love as pure
as its white
wings.
Maybe the
reply delayed
But I wait
for ages till
you reply
As I firmly believe, you
are mine,
That I’m yours, I strongly believe
As always, we
are born and
made for,
Promised and addicted
to each other.
Our letters make the ground
The ground - wide, plain,
fertile,
For our meeting, long awaited
As confirmed and confident we are
In our love
100 percent.
YOUR LETTER I RECEIVED
ReplyDeleteRECEIVED , I KISSED IT
IT...I KISSED ONCE , ONCE , TWICE , THRICE
THRICE I PUT IT IN MY BREAST
BREAST WHOSE TICKLING WENT FASTEST...
FASTEST AS IT LOVES TO BE WITH YOU...SOONEST'
ARMELI