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Love has taken me to lofty heights from where the world is but a stage where some flesh and blood dolls share roles... I love loving, as I always have been, ephimerically. This time human forms. Ages back I was loving love as souls. Before that I was loving to be loved as His beloved. Before that I was loved as the spark, the light, the power which spins the wheels of time.

I have learnt through religious practice, I m an apprentice of Him. He loves me in several ways and forms, in several virtues and existences, in various colors and hues, in different seasons as labeled on earth, in different moods as labeled on earth, in various faces as labeled on Earth, through one Soul as He and I label it.

It is tough to pen the mammoth feelings that I have experienced and reproduced. I m pregnant with some eternal joys, post those orgasmic flutes that love has played within me. Understanding of the world has also taken deeper rots in my grains. I am much ado to the learnings that the sands of time have, Love as they say, is beyond definition, I say it defies it, like life does.

To make it simpler the practice indulge us in calling the personified feeling as “LOVE” and some proper nouns.

I also have one proper noun, LOVE, and it makes it much simpler for the complicated world.

Living to love and loving to live.

Hunger

The view, I watch it closely:
Mountain shapes are a calliope of greens.
Gusty air is going cool.
My eyes walk the sky.
The color turquoise shines
like nothing but itself.
Here, the canyon pass is anything but straight.
I look at the chamisas mustardblooms.
The center of their budding appetites
drink cool raindrops.
My hunger for nature:
Howls!

It was your light
That I followed...
Allowing me torrents of passion hammer at my heart,
Image frozen in my weary fogged brain,
Dream filled days vs sleepless nights,
Mental pacing from this spot of rest,
For I cannot move without the will,
Siphoned is my strength of purpose,
For all now is given out to you alone,
Yet you want not the attentions I'd give,
Still those passions rage unrelenting,
Fever running while systems shut down,
No bottled cure will repair this damage,
Only slight encouragement from your eyes,
I would bound to your side in a flash,
Take your hand within mine awaiting,
Attentive to your needs as well as wants,
Still your dark windows reveal nothing,
Here I shall remain watchful as time passes,
Never seeing the colours of sunrises nor sets,
Peace remaining elusive while longing remains,
Hints of glowing denied future giving torture,
All I'd give but for one warm finger's touch,
Sacrifices I should make for slightest embrace,
Surrender I would make complete on your whim,
Halting the passions hammering at my heart,
to show it...
For that...

I'll love you forever.

When I lost Faith in Myself

Today I stood outside myself like a sparrow alone and astray,
lending an ear to your pleading voice lovingly calling me to pray.

Inside myself I felt the comfort of the dawning light of night,
like an owl in the desert watching, waiting, not a soul's come into sight.

Beyond myself I saw a garland of roses pillowing upon an unslumbering sea,
as the wind replied with dips and rise, crying, What's left of you and me?

I waited like a little child in a bold self-centered place,
as time flew by void of a miracle worthy of God's special Grace.

I went through the course of love's fresh-found sensations
and played with the visioning powers of philosophical divination.

I burned bridges and felt no distress when in lone times
shoots of misery caused me to commit sins of the flesh.

I stopped myself from hoping what I had hoped for before
and saw old souls and angels fly past me amid a huge sea wall.

I took a chance without myself and sought false intellect,
among a feeble crowd of men their words I did select.

I grew accustomed to standing meek-eyed at the musical sounds of birds,
and from there I withdrew from the sweet tasting dew of a whimsical angel's laughter.

Much riper in years I cry the solemn tears of what make men a transparency.
It's the unworthy feeling of being freely given, any special fate.

Time has touched this girl ghost with misconceptions and horror shows,
yet I plant the seeds and feed them with love in the hopes we all shall grow.

The sun now shines upon me, I am here and you are there.
As I withdraw within myself again, my soul alone and bare.

There once was mighty passion that burned tall, high and free,
but doubt and love's long suffering left nothing of you and me.

Kingdom in the Clouds

Lovely princess with her silk layered dress and hair so long.
She rides through the overgrown forest on her white steed strong.
Riding harder and faster then the great west wind can go.
My love awaits in the lilac grove, a gift to me he will bestow.
This prince of hers so kind, tall and a most handsome lad.
His heart and soul to her belongs but.. his soul now sad.
They may never become one, today the King as declared.
He has choosen another for him, the plans are now prepared.
Without her it is not worth living, a memory is all that life is now.
She aproaches, his arms streched out, he falls to knees as to bow.
Forgive me my darling for this I must do, I know this to be the only way,
On the morn, father, for my new bride sends and then I must go far far away
.My mind cannot fathom, my soul is empty, my heart shattered and broke.
I will love you forever, I await you in heaven,
those were the last words he spoke.
Before she could touch him it was done,
a dagger through his heart is all she had seen.
Then I shall follow and in the clouds forever,
you will be my King and I your Queen.

Soft Moonlight

Lingering to kiss
rapturous, bliss
lovers feeling so right
in the sweet tender softness of moonlight.

We pledged our true feelings
our senses reelinging
whispeing our love to the night
in the sweet tender softness of moonlight.

Our love will sustain
through gladness and pain
temptation we'll soon put to flight
in the sweet tender softness of night.

Soft Whispers

He spoke softly of love
wonders of our first intimate touch
of heated lips yearning long supressed desires.
Together we would wander
untrodden destinies
paths to shared future.
Heart pounding as his voice faded
nothing but soughing winds
of depondency.
Crying to the gods in my need
I taste his kisses on warrm breezes
cooling on chilled evening air,
hear his soft lullaby hazy on crest of pounding breakers.
Stir past embers in my pathetic
desire to recall his face lost in the
shimmer of yesterdays dreams.