Monday, May 9
What a ThrillHush beach waters, for god's sake hush
For I am on the verge to blush
Don't give away my little secret
Symptoms inside ready to gush
Don't talk so loud all can hear
Him all over me, I fear
And you snails don't write love poems
On the sand and disappear
And don't gossip his stealing glances
Fetching my body as he dances
Enslaved, I confess, with desire
And daunted with ravishing romances
Oh, and what was in his kiss!
Alleviated all senses since!
No Beer, Wine or Vodka dare
Be of such bliss
That kiss is still on my cheek
Fragranced hair added to a peak
And eyes full of rainbow colors
Oh, what am I but a freak!
Soared up in air as if a blunt,
Delicious fantasy was in mount
“Keep your self control on this"
I kept hearing myself chant
But why ignore such a romance?
When happiness is utterly scarce
I only have one life to live
Foolish I'd be to drop the chance
Can't control the urge inside
To bundle up in him and hide
Behind his broad, passionate chest
Where my being ought to reside
Redo my beauty sweet mirror
For the coming date I shiver
Dare not think how it'd be
For this lad is so damn clever
Name::AyyA
From::Kuwait
I AM WHO I AM AS I ARRIVE AT YOUR DOOR WHETHER I COME OR I GO IS NOT UP TO ME FOR I HAVE LOST SIGHT OF ALL DESIRE "Walled Garden of Truth",Hakim Sanai
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11 Comments:
nice poem. *thumbs up*
i'm not too much of a poet myself, but you can find some in the archives somewhere on my blog.
Thanks Arnold D'Souza and welcome anytime in my blog, and I will check yours ASAP
Hmmmmm, it is actually wired considering the fact that I haven’t been myself lately especially after what happened in that doomed Monday when the parliament hung women’s right in Municipality. I seriously was contemplating the thought of leaving Kuwait for at least few months and going to my place in England. And mind you, there is a Yoga center close to my place, so may be we will meet someday in that center? Who knows!
I’m honored girl, I wrote this poem four years ago for a special person who unlike others who failed me before, this one is still a sweetheart who never did.
Right on girl, I’m sure you’d feel much better after starting Yoga, I mean emotionally. And salamat sweetie, I hope you feel better soon.
I forgot to type names LOL, ok first comment was for sweet DJ, and second comment for dear SQ.
I felt that way once a very long time ago...it was nice revisiting such memories…you really made me relive every moment with each word you said...just beautiful :*
Oh jelly belladonna as the Don likes to call you, you are absolutely beautiful :)
Nicer than the act is to relive the memory no? That’s why I love writing
hey darling: I see you are brimming with passion as always. I hope you are doing ok busy girl. I myself am too still I do miss you alot, and you cross my mind plenty. Take care sweets
Beatnik
Where are you sweetheart, I hope everything is ok with you and the exams. I miss you.
And no, I haven’t been feeling ok lately, this piece is an old one; it’s my escape from the harsh reality I guess LOL. I’m so fed up, I have written so many negative articles since last week but did not publish them, you know me, the last thing I want to do is throw my burdens on others. If it wasn’t an outlet; I would have stopped blogging all together. Nothing serious, or nothing that I can’t take care of, I think it’s just something in the air :(
Haystack
Thank you dear for the visit and for the tip, and I am glad you liked my poem, and I will sure join ASAP.
Thought & Humor
For everything
Turn turn turn
There is a season
Turn turn turn
Mine goes more like;
The time I laugh
I share the joy
But when I cry
I cry alone
Thank you Sr. for your kind words, it was flattering to receive it from an editor like you, welcome anytime, the honor is mine
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