I came seeking a child that was born a king.
I have strayed, beguiled from my undertaking.
It was a binary star that I chose to follow,
one path leading straight to Him,
but I sought the brighter glow
and became a wondering pilgrim.
My star led me here through circuitous routes,
through pleasurable meanderings
and gratuitous pursuits,
crossing mellowed valleys and honeyed springs.
I have smelled the flower of travellers-joy
and tasted the heady fruits of the vine.
I have eaten and drank till I felt cloy;
sought fun-loving company, avoiding the saturnine.
Questing warmth in the arms of more than one woman,
hypnotized by the charms of their fair sex;
tasting only their sweetness, like a persimmon,
sensing not the puckering in their vortex.
My eyes have feasted on many a sunrise,
and, again, they drank in the satiny sunset.
I have allowed my mind to fantasize,
benumbed by the beauty of that distant vignette.
Life has been a sweet potion to swallow,
but time is running out, I must reach my goal,
pursue the star fast losing its halo
and find the King, I must save my soul.
I’m here now, where is this child?
all I found was a Man Crucified.
Kittin of San Jose, how charming is your look,
silky satiny skin, bright eyes and your voice meeow,
every day I fall hopelessly in love with you !
even before I get up from bed in the morning,
I hear your footsteps on the stairs descending,
lured by, probably the mouth-watering aroma of breakfast waiting!
Hearty and healthy breakfast done, you head towards computer room,
checking emails is the first thing, begins our schedule
“Work from home” is the norm nowadays, so no driving in hefty traffic,
iPhone calendar reminds a business meeting at ten in the morning.
You get busy with master’s proofreading proposals,
in between a few bites of “dry food” grabbing.
Hi Dear Kittin, you remind me of my childhood friend “Tintin”
I was obsessed with, in my teenage years,
designing chips, now my expertise,
I share the skills with you, a brilliant colleague,
together we stand as reigning partners,
champions in a challenging market,
City of San Jose, silicon valley of America,
a competitive economy,
victorious pair - scientists of tomorrow’s world -
appreciate you and me!
a bouquet …
exquisitely exquisite
like naught else on this gilded planet
blooming on tender branches
supple and swaying
‘una flor fragante’
silken and sweet
pink petals open to entice … entirely
it’s lilt, aromatic
whirls thoughts like an eggbeater into
a carnal chaos
it’s synergy directing a
divine dermal dissolution of discretion
bane of the omnipotent
the fearless turned fools for its magic …
and madness …
inviolate or prurient
it has made kings out of paupers
twisted wills to wars
spun orbs on their axes
and made the universe of unions
ache for its aspect
the imperfect perfection of its
bewildering allurement
and the satiny seduction of
it’s beguiling floret -
the flower …
feminine.
( photographic art created copyright-free by the author with GALA AI software )
If I could fetch you the moon on a spoon
I’d give you galaxies in a coffee cup
And sing softly to make you swoon
Then add the Milky Way as creamer
Stir the moon on the spoon
Sweetened by your lips and
The heart of a dreamer
Taking satiny sips you’d be refreshed
Find yourself in the family way
As celestial seed grows beneath
Your breast making you starry eyes
My favorite work of art
For you grow like the moon
A crescent that blooms
With child dancing on ribs
Doing all the fetal flips
Birthing my red heart
Universal love child so dark
Ebony eyes onyx skin
Chiseled dimples on cheeks on chin
A star child destined to win
No Rush
Hair brush through my hair, no rush.
The wrinkles will not slow, but time
slows on the satiny pillow, in throes.
The bed softly creaks as our eyes speak.
They do not stare as the fire sparks.
Familiar lips brush tender flesh, kindling
the oneness, the forever afterness.
The rush of internal flames combust
followed by serenity of tousled hair.
No rush to run bristles through my locks.
Satiny softness surrounds me as your touch
ensnares me in ardent, consuming passion
for which there is no exultation too much.
I desire no respite, escape, dispassion
as I am your unrelenting paramour
offering a safe harbor for you to moor.
Stay with me upon this sea of ecstasy
and we shall conceive our lasting legacy.
The staticky-stars climax under intense blanket of Winter glow.
Your spouse can’t see your spirited green eyes that burn slow.
The friction of campfire sticks, the satiny slipperiness of moon.
Flames of blue, orange and red won’t be overcome too soon.
Pert rose petals, that once were goosebumpy and ice cold,
scintillate like fireworks until the grand finale’s loosed, uncontrolled.
Warm breath in a cold Winter’s steamy and a restless beast.
Lips lavish over late night feast, matches singe, sate increased.
Squirming under the leisurely complement of coals, coalescing,
Coolness of a blue lake vaingloriously countering, distressing.
A long midnight’s thrashing, sans pillory; the high beams foray.
Pillow talk, a sensuous squeeze, a high-diving elixir bouquet.
Ah those stars brilliantly glowing on a long Winter’s night!
Those limbs blush, rose petals crush, with unfettered light.
In an illusory vision, I perceive the moon
High aloft the world in midnight's pitch,
polished to a satiny sheen; burnished pearl,
a solitaire gem mounted in celestial skies
surrounded by multi-faceted diamonds,
myriads of gleaming stars before my eyes.
My mother’s wedding gown
in my closet, whispers a tale
of love and togetherness!
the gold embroidery
all over, done intricately,
dazzles like a star-studded sky,
picturing the glitter and pomp…
telling me story of that special occasion!
I caress the gown with tender hands,
It hums a song which my mother chose
for her wedding day!
The lustrous silk rustles,
The lace murmurs softly to my touch..
I close my eyes, to listen to the
melody that silky, satiny, subtle-hued dress sing -
a song which crooned in the heart of a
ravishing bride !
The night, drunk with empty doubt
Fearful of invisible ghost, without
Touch of serenity that heals,
They who watched, waited for the clearing;
Wrestled with crude prejudice -
This demonic force entering in,
This full measure of sin, of
Outcast needing cure;
Day dawns anew, and
Like sounds echoing from stringed music
The simmering of dark night
The light of day that wakens the dead
The night becomes canopy of stars,
Guiding lost ships in summer breeze of faith, and
Satiny loveliness we love; one with the night.
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Red robin has long been singing, amidst a forest green spring,
In the burnt apricot days of sun, of teal skies fresh and clear,
Warbling to a blooming world unseen, hues coming and going.
Then red butterflies appear, like pale moon in plum mists sheer.
In the burnt apricot days of sun, of teal skies fresh and clear,
Satiny voiced red robin sings, while grazing the cream clouds.
Then red butterflies appear, like pale moon in plum mists sheer;
And all of nature's lovely crowds, are wrapt in dusky shrouds.
Satiny voiced red robin sings, while grazing the cream clouds,
Then in flaming, wild rosebush, in the heart of spring so pure;
And all of nature's lovely crowds, are wrapt in dusky shrouds,
While one thing remains sure-its pretty song will ever endure!
Then in flaming, wild rosebush, in the heart of spring, so pure,
Warbling to a blooming world unseen, hues coming and going.
While one thing remains sure-its pretty song will ever endure,
Red robin has long been singing, amidst a forest green spring.
Lucinda dressed up in her fanciest bluest most satiny dress.
It had flounces and ruffles, creases that gave her a caress.
She was in her party finery, sitting still, waiting for her guest.
Her collie, Labrador and Scotty dog gave barking a small rest.
They will be here any second, she assured her puppy friends.
The doggy brigade sat patiently, doing cartwheels and knee bends.
Lucinda was disappointed, for no humans appeared that day.
Each had an excuse about why they had to go away.
It’s those dogs, her mother said. No one wants to be around them.
Lucinda did not understand this, so she spoke to cousin Clem.
Your pups don’t like us, he told her. They only like one person – you.
No one wants to eat with dogs, it makes us nervous, Lu.
Golden stars tell the story, of still, night's glory,
Twinkling and flashing, in the hours of dreams,
Long after the dazzling sunset, a black cherry,
Full moon's lovely as it's pouring, satiny cream.
Twinkling and flashing, in the hours of dreams,
And filling the night with a kind of black magic,
Full moon's lovely as it's pouring, satiny cream.
The smooth lakes and soft moon flowers gleam.
And filling the night with a kind of black magic,
Lavishing peace underneath a celestial shroud,
The smooth lakes and soft moon flowers gleam,
As a whispering wind blows, and birds sing loud.
Lavishing peace underneath a celestial shroud,
Long after the dazzling sunset, a black cherry-
As a whispering wind blows, and birds sing loud,
Golden stars tell the story, of still, night's glory!
surrounded by satiny yellow roses
She drops to the floor
playing with her lace up shoes
our princess, our baby, our ballerina
the one who danced her heart out today
Snow kissed breath, whispers
A caress…
Into my thoughts,
Forever, always – a melody
Glowing silent and sweet, tenderly
Gentling my heart, my dreams
With warm hopes in hues of satiny
Peace, serenity…
You are the light, soft and bright
Silencing my fears, wiping away
Every tear…
With sincere kindness,
Wonders abiding inside those who know
There is a love far wiser than any brain
Far more alive than any hope,
This is love that comes to those…
Who show their feelings, believe
In the miracles that come with faith
You are the wiser, the sage…
Astute and clever, more knowledgeable
Than any other spirit, any promise,
You know what it is to give, give generously…
With a selfless smile,
More innocent than that of a child,
More serious than the wisest of the wise
You are the one, my gentle friend
Who smiles love through my life,
Frees my heart to delight in the sun,
To find the joy in every storm,
The music in every heart, the dance….
That comes to those who know…
Love is at the heart of every waltz!
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