Thursday, April 22, 2010


like a bird for its nest
and fly for nectar
like a sanyaasi's quest
no worse no better

like a river for sea
and dog for owner
like a killer for gun
and silence for loner

my skin burns
at the thought of you
and races my pulse
till world turns blue

with feelings bare
and nakedly true
like a lioness of love
i desire you


  1. Where true Love burns Desire is Love's pure flame..
    its a reflex of earthly frame :)
    Ppl say there is a language of comes from the nobler part..

  2. someone has rightly said ,
    "Long after moments of closeness have passed ,a part of you remains with me & warms the places your hands have touched & hastens my heart for your return"