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MUSINGS

Meandering thoughts………..

Month

June 2014

MEMORIES

The endless conversations through the night

that healed the rip in my heart, dried up the tears 

wish I could carve them in stone,

the gentle brush of your fingers trailing down my arms

I feel it thousand fold on my sensitized skin

my lock of hair that gets tucked by those magical fingers

trail my forehead again and again

so that I can feel that tenderness anew

the sinewy arms that keep me prisoner

willingly I sojourn in that tender manacle 

that makes me feel secure

the sensuous lips that discovers the

planes and valley of my nape stay there till eternity

wish I could capture these moments for aeons to come,

the heart that listens to my confused ravings

continue to listen so,

the mind that guides me to 

understand the cosmos that is beyond me

continue to do so without duress,

memories safely tucked  away endure

as I have promises to keep.

 

memories

 

Kavini

 

 

MY DREAM…….

My dreams  are 

not as deep as the oceandreams

not as towering as the Everest

not as mysterious as the universe.

Tears that peep through my eyes

do not traverse down my cheek

as I dream about holding you prisoner in my eyelashes.

The half forgotten verses of the  stirring  melody

that haunts my soul , keep haunting

as I dream about that melody lingering in my lips.

My darlings with your toothless grin

climb on to my lap

As I dream about keeping you innocence sealed for eternity.

The barren tree

hold on to that last leaf that is fluttering

as I dream about rendering you eternal spring.

The malice that is in people’s heart

that makes them lift a gun against their brothers hear me

as I wish to fill your cup with love so that the hands that gives death bestows hugs

The hands that are empty

that once hugged my friends do not fret

as I dream  they would come back time and again to fill my empty hands.

Lay still my fluttering heart

do not fret that your love might drift off

as I dream about holding  you prisoner forever.

My dreams are not profound

are not soul searching

but filled with yearning of my soul.

Kavini

 

 

 

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