Wednesday, July 7, 2010

A Poets Vision Incomplete

as she sat silently
on her seat
i could hear
her palpitating
heart beat
the movement
of the bus
kissing
the trinkets
on her feet
outstretching
her soul
a thought
of a poets vision
incomplete
on the crossroads
of life
on another bus
we did meet
i shot
her innocence
cute and sweet
ravishing
her beauty
a spectral light
her fate line
my mound
of Venus
my love seat
embellished
words
of passion
placed at
her dainty feet
what we want
we dont get
however hard
we try or cheat
soggy moist
chapters
of love
stolen moments
we cant delete
from surat
to mumbai
a kindred spirit
aligned
to a back seat
on my body
i could feel
her body heat
the mind of man
his struggling
imagination
coupled with her
sensuality
his wingless soul
his bedroom suite

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