Sunday, June 15, 2008

A touch to die for

The stillness of the moment.
When my senses melt away
Gives way to a dream;
Poignant in nature.

This one moment, overflows,
To tranquilize , a lifetime.
The alluring pain, is held,
With hands of the soul.

A soul, which is and
Which is not, sentient.
Feeling , and perceiving, the warmth,
Of the sting.
Not being able to feel,
Any other touch.

It is the touch of love,
A touch to die for.

-Alisha

The Awaited Kiss


An empty, deserted boulevard;
and two people, who've come there,
TO share some time, and thoughts.

They sit on a stony bench;
Below a tree, who's shedding her leaves.
And in solidarity ,they drench.

He glimpses at her, every now and then;
She asks him what it is?
He says for long, he's been in a fen.

She looks into his eyes, to find,
What kept his thoughts flooded?
Was it the time they left behind?

He smiles and says,he missed her well;
And there is no refute.
But his lips keep moving, as if there is more to tell.


She stands up to leave;
But he holds her back;
His heart he could not deceive.

He brings her close to him.

He holds her in his arms.


They eavesdrop what their hearts speak.
The eyes seem to say so much now.

A sultry zephyr touches their souls;
Fly them to oblivion;


Unaware of what they always wanted.
The ebbing distances;

A little lust and all the love,
Dance immersed in passion.

The touch of lips;
The melting of souls..

The moment that said it all,

"The Awaited kiss"


-Alisha