Entwined Roses

The more she demanded of my light, I hid behind her bulging curve! She is Earth, You know who I am! #eclipse   #Moonlit Whispers

Entwined, Are You and Me, God, Praying to thee, "In Thy hands shall we be forever, Entwined, In Thy hands, shall we die, like those red roses, bleeding, knowing only love", Love that maketh The You and Me, Entwined are "We"

There is so much to say! My beloved, i had been talking to you, all the time, my musings, and my blabbers, never ending, like the chirps of those sparrows, who would wake you up, in the morning, to tell you, a lady who was fine until yesterday, has gone insane, she says she breathed the clouds into her bosom, and cried laughter into the streams, so they giggled, and trickled, and sometimes made lovely creeks, and flew over her beloved's feet, so that he felt tickled, at the same time, he smiled, that made her smile too, and become lost, in this madness, that she forgot to write, all that she wished to write, O' why did I forget to write!!! Sorry for this insanity. Working late hours, there's lot to be done, there's lot to be cleared.

Day breathe profound sadness, Sun is stained in agony, Blooms have lost their sunshine, We wish to laugh, so the world could smile, Longing for your kindness, Your smile..! Hope our words would be heard across, we are dying!

O', then you would find babies in your box, very soon!!!

How do I glow? I must, though, or you might go low, Behold in your despair, Your faith , Love will soon be in the air, That's my faith .

Your rose says (10 w) I'll be the breeze that brings dreams to you Today!

When in fire, your heart burns, and melts like wax candle, my friend, my beloved, May I ask you, To believe in coincidences, in life, of the unknown, of our thoughts, gentle and fierce, of the Almighty , who created sun and moon alike, of poetry, of agape,

wearing my August drapes, Lavender they are! waiting for your arise, your embrace,

I remember being in your embrace, when did I wilt, my beloved, my heart? when consciousness unfolded, I found me in ashes, then soiled, I heard my silver owl hooting, desperate to see me glow, from far, complaining as usual, but today there was pain in its voice, solemn bells, and graveyard, No, I must wake up! I must bloom! Your charisma and inspiration, I need them, I need them! to unfold my petals, and bloom in your frontyard, to be your first sight in the morning, to be the gleaming dew drops, to embrace your feet, as you walk, to the meadows, and give your chills, to freshen your soul, you are pristine! Paint me with the same incense, my beloved, Fill the ink in me, lit my lantern, so i could glow, as your firefly, enrapture the breeze with hymns, so they'd be our's, and we'll be blessed, by Him, the Almighty!

While it was saffron, or just turmeric, bathed in slaked lime, yesterday, you smeared them red on me as a promise, of love eternal, before the deity, so they remain as sacred stain forever, on my forehead, blessed!

I wake up anxious about this day, very special every tasks beaded to form vicious circles I almost forget to breathe amidst these hurricanes that spin and churn my brains i realize my emotions effervescent for its you who is there in my mind Ah look at the chaos much debris has accumulated through the whole week the needle's been transformed to a spear a feather to a jillion rock! There's "You" resilient with every beat of my heart Let me make way for your thoughts to swarm in Let me make space for them to stay and flourish ah, but the mess here! I'd prefer not a sword nor a broom coz they do not know love that's what my elders say and that's how on Thursdays I write all about you, in a line or two ..and I would like you to know this is hardly any torture in-spite of this mess and the chaos I'd still love to love you and hold you forever in my heart.

Living Tale of Blossoms A drop of blood dangles from within the pierced heart of the lover, youthful, with heart adolescent that fancied love of the rich and dazzling beauty appealing, but avaricious, of the modest earnings of the obliging prince at heart, who enticed in the blindness of Love unyielding, toiled in pain, and sweated labor, to offer a token of love "A Pair of Rosy White Rabbits" which she acclaims, but refuses love, and he toils harder, to earn her A Pair of Pink Slippers, her avarice euphuistic, she wears them with pride, her ostentatious sentiments, tiring the young heart, yet effervescent with love, he offers A Pair of Earrings, The enchantress of his heart, conceits the new gift, of much significance to the young man's toils, but announces her imperious refusal! Alas! He stabs his stiffened, but throbbing heart with a knife burnished, to b...

See me deliquesce behind clouds in autumn, as these romancing tides beneath me forget their color, resplendent! what do you think, I mustn't shy away? #Moonlit Whispers