Surrender of love

You sprawl 

right beside me, awake,

dressed only in the splendour 

of naked earth on full moon night,

your expanse marks boundaries

of the radiant world I live in,

your eyes shine 

like two infinitely deep 

lakes of clear water, 

with moon slowly dissolving in to them without a stir,

as if journeying back home through this portal to another world,

purified by hot fire of passion just doused

Your eyes transmit luminescence of the world of bliss,

I always glimpse heaven looking into them

when you stretch like this, next to me,

in complete surrender of love. 

-Pulastya 

Dance Divine

Your firm legs,
from the embrace of
Your stilettos,
Rise and sway like two flames,
When you dance.

Two white flames
riding wild passionate wind
and rising to the core of universe
concealed in your narrow red dress-
Your heart,
And fuelling it.

Gentle calf lines
of your rhythm drunk legs,
Forming and disappearing,
As if a perfection greedy artist
chiselling them with practiced strokes,
Ever unsatisfied.

Smooth movement of your hips,
A moon swinging in the sky
as a bob of a pendulum that moves time,
And how I crave to put my trembling hand
around your waist, to control time, to be eternal.

Even with eyes shut your face glows,
And closed lips are shimmering,
As if you have distilled the essence
of alcohol, flowing in your blood,
and stored in your lips,
for offering immortality
to the one who kisses you.

Oh Beauty!
At this moment, to me,
On twenty by twenty of dance floor,
Your are more potent than God.

-Pulastya

Relationship

The real despair about living truly sets in when the dread of loneliness becomes equal to the dread of relationship. Then, death starts appearing to be a fair option.

-Pulastya

Your charm

You really have it in you,
not just the physical charm
but the attitude of a flower swaying in the wind,
which augments the abundance of your charm a thousand times....
Poet will be honoured to feel its sweetness on his tongue,
and, spread its fragrance to the world,
through words he speaks under its influence....

-Pulastya

Tender lips

Dew dripping
of a rose petal,
green shoots of life
sprouting of a seed,
a piece of warm bread
to the hungry, or
first drop of rain
on eternally thirsty desert....
nothing,
absolutely nothing,
is as tender
as your lips.

Lips, of moonlight
coated with honey of essence of life
and fragrance of my desires.

-Pulastya

Dusky

Like mist,
concealing full moon in it,
your dusky skin glows
because of love....

-Pulastya

To a shadow

I could get only a glimpse of her. In the backdrop of blazing light a fleeting shadow. But, this shadow was not hollow. If one could only touch it, a purpose was hidden there, for a tender heart: to fill in it colour of one's own fire, to chisel features to one's own desire, and outline the shape to one's own perfection. A shadow, every heart got yearning for but no eye. My heart saw it. To heart, that pours gift of light in to eyes but lives in the darkness of chest, this shadow was most beautiful thing. A mellow darkness in the midst of blinding light where it could live and bleed till it is extinguished by death and yet remain eternally preserved in the layers and layers of buried passion of those saddest eyes. To ooze out on to the world in that crescent moon smile; below those sad eyes a smile that felt like a gash in the body of dark night, bleeding silver. In there my heart saw another abode. A better home than me, and took off. Never to return.

-Pulastya

Words

Words do not love me! Not yet. When I begin to write and look for them, they run away. They go into hiding. I have to search for them, chase them, and catch them, to put them to the page. Many a times I can hear their whispers in my head. I know that they are there, somewhere. But they elude me. Some other times they play pranks on me, specially the twin ones. When I am looking for "elude" "allude" will silently appear from some crevasse of brain and will start walking with me, obediently, holding my hand. And, when I will open a dictionary looking for a birth mark, it will suddenly burst into laughter and mock me.

-Pulastya

Annihilation of beauty

Your descent,
O bewitching goddess!
is a wicked game
of evil creator
to annihilate beauty
from my world....

Now, you
will be the only light in my eyes
forever,
like blindness.....

Blindness, caused by
kissing the sun
with eyes open....

-Pulastya