Tuesday, November 9, 2010

Crimson love


Three dots on her chin,
Was enough to make my heart thin.
The sight of her locks as black as ebony,
Hanging between the poles of heaven;
Made my Cupid assaulted heart racing.

Have I been so sanctified,
To take pleasure in her every stance.
Am I His favorite one,
To devour her charm in her every smile.

I wish I could lay beside her,
Until the time breaks down upon me.
I wish I could look into her tender eyes.
Until the heaven falls down upon me.
I wish I could carry her gentle whispers,
To a land, never heard of angels.

Your impression imprinted,
Inside my eyelids, for it never fades,
Before my usual solace.
Never had my soul cried so much;
To break out free from my
Mortal flesh and reach out,
To her heavenly touch.

In the wraith of the corridors,
I longingly wait upon a hundred nails of hope,
Just to watch her solitary gaze.
To kick start my parched,clotted life,
Once bounded by a misty maze.

I cry:The stitches of love,
She has made upon my face,
Never fades before the cursed,
Untraceable,sands of time.

I pray: I see her smile,
That steals away the breath of man,
I pray: I get a chance to cuddle,
Her thin strand of hair hanging,
Across her blushed cheeks,
Like the clouded straits of Hormuz

I pray:I never get lost,
In her wide expanse of whiteness;
For I simply can’t bear,
Even the slightest forlorn contraction,
Of her endearing face.

-Akhil Ahammed Thayyil