Showing posts from March, 2017

The Last Snow Fall

The last snow fall, I don’t remember when it was Might be around last December, when we rejoiced I see rain and cold still lingers, but no snow fall The ground is wet, yet it’s just the hard rock and soil
The last snow fall, I don’t remember when it was For now, the season has come and the sky still clear I look up every moment, there isn’t sign of one Peeping out of the window every morning is a disgrace
The last snow fall, I don’t remember when it was Buds from the trees are sprouting, and seeds germinating Chirps of the birds have reigned the sky, and the crickets too But even a crystal of snow didn’t touch my feet
If not today, frail drops shall shower on me tomorrow And I shall find the joy I lost for a moment time But how in this warming soil will it see a landing place No, I am living in the phantom of dreams
If not tomorrow, whence will I get the snowfall? The thing so dear to me and one I dreamt so long I long to muddle with the soft end of your touch And shall my cheeks be painted red in white

The Garden of Eden

Out of pure curiosity why men are attracted to breast like no other. My apologies to any offended reader!
Hark hither! Who resembles the Goddess of Thames Do you not hear my call, so loud and clear? Or thy ears pinned to the softer melody far Show me now, thou haveth one that I admire
Unravel the pair of supple hill on thy chest For I urge to behold them with ecstasy Shoot me if you will, but I wait for thee to unfurl O I plead, don’t undo me and obey my request
The Garden of Eden, the ocean of pleasure it is My eyes shall be full with admiration and sensual blessings And the touch, it shall lead me to heaven's excitement And I shall remember you for eons of time
That a lump of flesh, but with such a shape and supple I am surprised how it is the wonder to the eyes of men But the pleasure is such of an unimaginable taste As that of the wild honey for the dear tongue

Beacon of Tomorrow

 .... to our Prince on His 1st Birth Anniversary....

As though the sun has risen from afar My home glitters with the rays of hope Our wings, rested on the colorful joy The beacon of legend has risen over horizon
Such greatness of the Name, has been long called The ripples still afloat the hearts of all Whilst the joy peek through the trunk of ecstasy I, a humble servant, greets Thee with all the love
May I call Thee, the promise of tomorrow? The hope, we cling close to our tender hearts Such a name, even the Thames can’t afford to make Let me sail, and rejoice through the vales of joy
Oh! The great one, who hath for us all come Thou greet us with smile, such of a priceless It gives us pleasant ride, through the meadows of love I garland Thee with all the love and prayers
I see now, the vales have turned themselves up to Thee And so the Rivers, the brooks, and the streams Hum the name of a Legend, who has adorned my home The Nile, as holy as it is, has taken thy name in its song Dear Lord, the one of unfat…