Prettiest lips pink any would have ever seen
With a Beauty spot naughty around, the chin
Smiles the deadliest weapon Of her part
Many have died with arrows through their heart
Sometimes i desire to feel your face on my finger tips
Your arrogance and my limits kills my desires to bits
Mushy lashes on the big brown Shy eyes
Creates a unique phenomena of Fire on ice
Shiny white straight her round tipped Nose
An Added beauty to her highness overall course
I am the pauper lifting her Palanquin through the roads
Those are only stories were the Princesses kiss the toads.
In the harsh weather of rain
Lusts unfolded and thoughts
Deep in the mysteries of
Squeezed each other and
Fuming blood and warmth
Feelings Impulsive and gut
Stains and marks of love
Bodies were perspiring with
Undraped chassis with
Fanning and igniting the
flames of desire.
Swimming in the abyss of
Entwined breath enjoyed the
Souls beneath the bodies
adored the fervour,
With injested Love essence
and desires Forever.
Sledge hammer mashing his
heart dodging every beat,
Slothing the roughness of the
Crushed meat flew abetting
a tyranny in his veins,
Its saline water in his eyes
dripping slowly as rains.
Every part of his flesh tries
to memorise ecstasy,
Forgotten in the mould of
black night his only rivalry.
Beads brimming his vision
with her palms she effaced,
Blinked a couple moments,
unfurled his eyes and gazed.
He saw the Divine shimmer
which entwined her face,
That was mere illusion in the
sun whipping away his haze.
Slitted wrist,oozing blood,merry
soul flew ,
Desire of rememberance was
going to be true.
Body had dying fear but soul
Pulses left acting infidel and
The warmth she gave was all
But life in different volition was
a reason to repent.
Words didnt reach her that he
Regrets were none,as love was
Smiles were disguised, pulling
gasps of unconciousness dry.
Saw her face wrapped in eternity
which eased the final breath fly.
Growing up in a traditional muslim family,He learnt many obligations as well as freedom for a human with each passing day.
Filled her every need and words she ever had spoken because of true passion for love and a fear of losing his respect in her thoughts.
Never thought himself of being a prince or something as such but desired that he should be the only one to see the beauty of his princess
He wanted to cover her in all aspects Like even speaking in a low tone in public so that none can hear her melodious tone
Had uncommon thoughts like “princess should be kept away from the crowd to maintain her royalty”
He sometime felt flaunting her to everyone because she was beautiful then many other beauties in the world-
Had sometimes misbelief of showing her to the world that she is his,The beautiful woman is his wife,yet never did so
Contrary, he knew there were many better then him! Though there was loyalty with immense passion from both sides- he was afraid that any may take her away,
Didnt let her knew the words of his heart or brain.Just kept her free for her choice but certainity was present for circumstances
She was happy with him and enjoyed and loved being a wife of very common person .
Touching the breeze of mist he sat in the balcony chair fledging his legs straight over the balcony railings, Clutching his coffee mug, restlessly stable looking in the eye of trauma that he faces everyday at least half of his day.Recalling common memories of his hay days which widened his lips slowly following again with precipitous solid blackout ,
All the ‘w’ questions ringing his bell out of no where! Creating the usual chaos of the place banging and spanking his head ; Couldnt open his eyes due to crumbling tears and swollened red gloss. With gathered gut thinking of whats next?
He had mind state of ‘come what may’ from the even days.Tears rolling down his cheeks dripping in the coffee mug pulled his presence,
Peeping inside, sipped the mixture with curiosity and smiled again enjoying the taste to invent something new,may be a new type of coffee;
It was a mystery he failed again to unfold, unable to detect the fathom of a womens heart.Reached the most unartificial results though;
He knew he was everything a women needs or wants in natural case, in his own way!
After a few drags he was ready for the new adventure,The slow world-his mind set on the reverse gear with thinking ability turning twice every second to write something new,he never regreted his dope life until he thought from her brains.
He felt doing it for her; like Being a good man,well settled ,nicely dressed and Blah!
Sometimes she desired to spent her life which was still future,romancing all over.
On the other she even tried to get rid off,
They were a common couple but life was drooping strange things with them.
He couldnt conquer his heart over his brain .Or he couldnt be on two tracks at the same time.
He never sipped confession with her,
He tried to understand many times what exactly she wanted from him; they knew very well that they had to walk life from different routes,it was always a question for him,who controls his heart?
why should i do things she wants me to do,even after knowing that we were just bisectors walking on the path of life…