Love

Lullaby of a mother star is feeble in front of your

Cuddling sound. Night breeze strikes your bare body; I 

Feel jealous about it. Maybe this is called love.

Some random word which touches your earlobe and makes you aware of your action;

I hope I could be those little hairs on your ear.

So that I could choose the best of words for you.

Genteel moon smiles at you at this moment.

I feel like covering it.

I feel Sorry for my little heart which carries your dreams in it with its age old Passion of being loved. The linen of your bed is more luckier than my skin. 

I wish I could be the smell of your body which could devour it with your fragrance. 

I feel pity for my hands as those wants to hold softly your airy Countenance. The pleasure of your utmost serenity provokes me every Night. I wish I could be the air in your room. So that I could fill myself with 

You every time. You complete yourself with me.

People call it madness. I prefer to name it unattainable desperate song.

My Words may bind you with glorious pain and heinous silence.

I wish I could be you to love your body, to touch you in the deepest. 

May be one day the dazzling coconut leaves will fall; may be some day the 

Old book shops of the city will be silent forever. 

May be that day we will love us the most.