The Yearning Shine

Glamorous it is to peep from heavens.
The night folks neither sleep nor rest,
I who beseech however to unearth,
A venture that is new to feast on.

My sight to north guiding, shinning across the mountain tops,
Hear me the night folks!
Lo! dost ye hear me!
Oblivious pray of mindful,
Two of the mankind out in a parish;

Embracing, griping, clinching and leaning.
Enthralling scenery it is that one shall yearn,
When one crept the other dost;
When one rests the other dost.

O’ heavens it was a sight I pray a beautiful one,
I shall be fortunate had I found one;
In a thousand, million near to a trillion,
I shall not beget to devour such magnificence.

The two then doth to the rivulet,
Ringing of jollity as they were with no other;
Is that what contains within their hearth?
Is it, affection that confined in their veins?

For all I learn what they have, must be mistaken,
With convenience to loath had it turned wrong.
Save for the last breath and holding that contemplation;
For the ostentatious beauty to see how the mankind loves.

Would one pursue love and leave the rest behind,
To obtain such worthy.
Oh heavens, spare me not from such,
In spite of my ability to acquire that ‘rare’.

I may shine vivid with my sensation,
Though it’s incompetent to what they share;
All that penetrates by the hidden might..,
All that pierce all hearth, I sigh!

Lovers to One Another…

The river beneath the silver moon,
Bequeath the streams.
He, as if beseeches the night lady,
To streak her white light.

The sparkle makes the twine in breeze,
And so was the same below the lady.
He then looked up at the fair lady,
Besought in betwixt whisper;
‘Fair lady oh mi lady,
It is thou art that composes me such splendor,
I yearn thee, I dearth my grandeur, I yearn thee.

Oh mi fair silver lady!
I embrace thy in body and soul,
I feel thy warmth against my flesh.’

The silver lady combed the earth
Gazing down at her lover in her arms
Piercing her glance through his
She kissed her gleam on his lobe;

‘But my love if I shalt I shalt only obtain forever,
I do not prithee caress only once.
It is I who need a companion,
Yes body and soul let it be.

Mine against thine and thine feel mine,
We make magnificence in one move.
Just this once my dearly beloved,
I shalt hold my breath to be in thy arms and move as one.

I seek not a moment’s pleasure;
I beseech not harsh and forgotten,
It is I who covet my burning desires,
To glow down on thee.

Thou art all I need,
Thou  have consumed me body and soul.
Only once my beloved let me be on this one,
Just this once, make it forever.

I shalt cling on to thee until I no longer can,
Thither my love, dost you feel my hearth ?
Ye oh love, hold me tight in thy arms at this time I writhe,
Let me clinch in seventh heaven until I’m in ten thousandth breath.
Smother me to lie amidst the thrills of ecstasy ,
Love me to bits like no other has.’

The Profound Love

Dare not touch oh breeze on my beloved one,

I fret with jealousy I prithee not.

I wish I were thou unseen,

For I shall caress him forever more.

A Lady’s Whisper to Her Love

Night with the darkness to its zenith,

My temptations are high to the heavens.

Sensuality washes through me under blue satin sheets,

Arousing  sensation penetrate my veins.

My beloved one, leave me nor, keep me sustained,

Beget what I have lost in feeling them.

Bring me back what I need,

Leave me not evermore. 

Sanctuary

Milk and honey,

Mint and rosemary too.

Fresh and warm like the morning dew,

When dawn smiles down on hue.

Cleansing water splash and splash,

Shades of sunshine striking fresh.

Highlight hallmark tops,

Hope brought no elopes.

With milk and honey,

Mint and rosemary too.

Destiny

What goes around,
Shall come back around.
Time that is worth,
Shall never patch what's lost.
Frowning shall never,
Ease the karma rough.
Once the fate has raised the quill,
Shall be the will of Lord.

Reincarnation of a Woman

Under an oak tree,

Exhausted from her travel;

A woman stood on her knees,

With no cheerful thoughts;

As she's not free.

Her feet swelled,

Her legs hurt.

To stay alive she quelled,

Though dirt clung her hem.

No sound one can hear,

No motion one can see.

Thus life in her belly so dear,

Was from that of she cannot flee.

The pain she bore,

How dreadful it was.

Tore her, ripped her,

Wished it to to be bountiful;

As she hoped and dared.

Twilight fell upon,

With distraction of slaying pain.

Whilst she mourned alone,

Except for the weariness; she was in vain.

Patience and patience,

Robbed her blind.

Is this worthwhile?

To promise that needing a heart that's kind.

The first evening star shone,

When she regained her strength;

Before she wept  but now another whined,

Blessed by the gift, it was better than to be a wife;

Forgetting the struggle, gazed at his face so divine.

Under the oak tree,

Exhausted from her journey.

A woman lay flat;

With such cheerful thoughts,

Although she may never be free...ever.