Bandit Queen

Not well, You've never been understood,

will also never understand,

Just said, 

Who am I?

Life is not a fiction

It's life,

You, the saffron lady

Constantly,

hunts my heart with your lustrous eyes,

I am in a state of dilemma, How to start 

a conversation with you,

You, don't conceive 

the facts,

As you play with tact,

I simply, present facts

Do you know ?

In any relation if one wants build up 

No break ups,

If then again one have to start from then only

zero hours

You say, Sorry

But I say,

No Sorry, no excuse

In the path of love,

Love, itself is the truth,

needs no explanation,

You, perceive that 

you wait long,

What's the truth ?

What do you expect ?

My expectations are not fictional,

I want to live short,

but with long lasting aroma of a forest Lilly,

Carried by air, 

long and long away,

Departure of 

you and me is inevitable truth,

But the memories,

of our short meet, should know,

each other's,

the geographical dimensions of body,

The soul should sing in ecstasy,

In embrace, hearts should listen each and every beat of others heart ,

Your bosom , 

just reciprocate to 

my abundant kisses,

I want to die for a while, till you give the breath to wake up

I want to sleep in deep,

deep in tranquility of mid sea,

My vibrations should create huge waves,

I want to be shielded in

all your drops, drops of sweat,

That flow from your brow,

From heaps, and booms 

the shell of my heart,

Till it makes it 

the soft, white silky pearls of ocean,

The volcano,

wants to brust in full 

to fertile,

the dry earth of inner lines, with ignition of 

fire of passion, love, lust, having no boundaries, bondage of relations of pasts lost paradise of youth,

If you can, 

but you can't, as you are,

The Bandit Queen .