The Comforting Lap Of Flower Petals

You hypnotize me, sprinkling honey into the soft evening winds so when they graze against my skin - my soul loses its gravity and spins eternally into the black hole of your sweet vices. You sting me like a scorpion and peel my heart open like how they remove the fibrous coconut coir - to show me what's hidden inside. All that I am left with is a pair of lungs full of breath holding poetry - with all the schematic rhyming and the music. I could hear the distant sound of the clarinets and the lyres growing stronger at the passing of every second, and it befuddles me to do something crazy. So I try to flap - first slowly and then fast - only to discover to my amusement that I'm one of those mutant humans who had wings. You wouldn't believe if I told you that I did fly - flew so high - like a kite, without knowing if it was east or west, or north or south. In simple words, you put me up there in the high skies, totally lost.

You intoxicate me, the smell of your lips is far more stronger than the best fragrance of all the exotic flowers found on earth. I want to know how you managed to plant a tempest inside my heart because it demolishes me from within. The very gaze of yours disintegrates me like how dandelions become dust, it belittles the wild me into a lit wax candle that melts. You - with ease - spin a piece of dry hay into rainbow and shatter a hard stone into slimy clay, but how? I'm trying hard but your image doesn't disappear at all even if I opened my eyes - I'm confused if this is some form of lucid dream. There wouldn't be any worry if only I were a bee that sleeps on the comforting lap of flower petals. If only.

The Muddy Pot

Trapped in your eyelashes,

I tried so hard to wake up;

But your yawns, they pull me down!

Into the muddy pot of delirium and euphoria

Where I lay drugged

On the juicy floors of your feelings.

What are you?

Are you the red flower that kills my jungle?

Or the hail storm that breaks my nest?

So I find no place to rest;

Tell me, I cry!

I want to know

The name of all the tricks you pull on me!

It should be love, my heart is sure

While my mind in panic shouts - run!

Run so hard away!

I convulse instead and collapse;

Go into spasms, shudder and jerk

Fall finally dead, but in the arms of love

Only to resurrect again

And see my light!

Hey Carrot!

Ante-Script: Hey carrot! This one's for you!! :)

The first time I saw you, I felt the weight of Thor's heaviest hammer-bang right on my head. Ouuchh I shouted in pain and closed my eyes, touched my head slowly, thought my skull broke asunder into pieces, but it was all intact - thankfully nothing happened. But when I opened my eyes, the world had become beautiful. The feeling was indescribable. For once, I'm not joking. I could see colors everywhere in my otherwise bland two-dimensional life.

I like the way you sweetly push me outside the door, and quietly blush after I'm gone. You very well know that I'm going to come back for you, don't you? I could clearly see it in your eyes - how you are intrigued by all the weirdness in my nature and your longing to call me - mine. The way your eyes move between my eyes and my lips gives away everything you have been trying to hide. I can understand, but you have to please stop doing this - because I'm the type who goes for the soul first and later when the time is ripe, for the other things.

Promise you, we would kill each other with deep kisses - both rugged and smooth, fast and slow, and hard and soft; and I'm just going to eat you whole whenever you are hungry. Trust me, this would continue forever. Every time we get a chance, we are going to crush each other with the most romantic of hugs - even if our grand children would make fun of us. Note, kisses are allowed in public even in our wrinkled age, only if you are okay with not disturbing the dentures. Ah, few fairies are now hellbent on pulling my eyelids down to close, so I stop writing stuff here and continue planning the rest of the things within the boundaries of my dreams. So good night I say, and go to sleep.

Until I become a cartoon, and then come and see you in the city of Zootopia - love you!