Silent Seduction ...

Gentle breeze that coddles my face,
Tender waves kiss me and retrace.
Shimmering moonlight on sea-surface,
Like satin sheets fluttering in space.
The beauty around seeps through me,
Oh the silent seduction at the sea.

Walks with him, a quotidian ritual,

Yet, this seaside stroll is not the usual.

Our fingers brush, in a gesture so casual,

But the slightest touch seems most sensual.

Sensitized senses as can be,

Oh the silent seduction at the sea.

Incessant noises now seem to die,

Urban lights far behind they lie.

Sidereal spell in the night sky,

Exuberant dance of waves so high.

Overwhelming in the sacrosanct privacy,

Oh the silent seduction at the sea.

Holding hands we climb a rock,

His gentle arms, around me they lock.

I feel at peace in his loving embrace,

As I gaze at some distant place.

In the sequestered world of our dreams,

Oh the silent seduction at the seams.

A lifetime with the surfs at shore,

Slowly we walk to the familiar uproar.

Bright red balloons, one hand I pick,

And take my bite from his sweet corn stick.

All the wordly delights in my reach,

Oh the silent seduction at the beach.

Childrens' chatter rings in the air,

As we sit back to watch the beach fair.

I look into his eyes, a smile we share,

Words can't speak of moments so rare.

Lying on his lap, I feel completed to the core,

Oh the silent seduction at the shore.

Evening spent, we move towards our car,

I look up, see my red balloons flying far.

I wet my lips but taste the ocean salt,

To see the sea one last time I halt.

World around, so perfect it seems,

Oh the silent seduction at the seams.

Timeless Memories...

A punch, then kick, slowly the voices rise,
Cadence in this din sure will surprise,
Calmly you watch, but stop not the fight,
Curses today seem not-vulgar but right.

Unheard languid lessons of 'a saint',
Delivered so near, yet feel so faint,
Preferred is a nap on a distant bench,
Digested are lexical cards that appear french.

Young lovers busy in a lonely spot,
Some socrates is lost in a deep thought,
Words of Neeman hide behind Godfather's,
The pen-fight starts and then the crowd gathers.

Laughter that flows around the place,
Shows sharing, youth and unity of race,
Ripples of joy that touch your heart,
Have fire so warm, you become its part.

With the break starts mission- 'attacking food',
No ambrosia of lords seems so good,
Togetherness must be that exotic spice,
That we raid even the overdone fries.

Sometimes when these memories roll,
Bitter sweet feelings reach my soul,
Every moment, with me it stays,
True, nothing like the college days.

Dawn....from my bed

Some ethereal power has cast its spell,
A divine tranquility, I just can't tell.
Nature is lost in a thought profound,
Woven a magical blanket all around.

Mellifluous chimes that ring so near,
Rhythm of breathe seems so clear.
Eloquent enough is silence now,
Words can’t express as to how.

A shameless flirt is the morning breeze,
Touches and teases, denies to cease.
Leaves that sway to a dulcet song,
Now human waltz seems so wrong.

The dawn silently starts to change,
Reminds me of 'the love' so strange.
I feel the air and breathe it in,
Something sweet is born within.

I turn and see the faces around,
Peaceful they seem in sleep so sound.
Lost are the traces of bitter scorn,
They seem guileless like the newly born.

Then I see the first Sun ray,
I feel blessed for having this day.
Humming to myself I leave my bed,
With a new hope, I move ahead.