Its Love (2006)

Love, it came finally,
Knocked on my door like a storm.
Hesitant but intensely desperate 
to engulf me. To burn me like gold
in a kiln heated to purity.
Happens sometimes, such things which 
change your life, the destiny 
you ought to seek. So meek you
become and so dependent, but yet 
happy; to be responsible for a heart
which you yourself had thought 
had died in you.                                                                    
Now you live as it throbs in you,
as your dream. The one you
dreamt on your shady porch by 
the burning lamp, when the
pangs of the earth pulled you 
down to the slimy alley of 
happenings. Droll days with nights
of still, kills a man as the
vacuum spills.
A glance here and a glance there, 
a remark of guilt felt
in a desperate tear, but 
still waiting. Like a prayer 
she comes through the door,
hesitant yet close and breathing
into you. Your own breath
ceases to live, while hers fill
your soul forever to keep. Lost you
feel in her tender touch. 
Like a cynic for life 
heading to a church. Maybe
thats the tremor you need to
feel, that you are alive. Alive
for a reason to reel under
the untasted agony of intense 
pleasure, inexperienced but more 
than a treasure. "Fear not", her 
gaze speaks, for she is there 
as the moment sweeps, and
takes you away, blown by 
a smile, into smithereens of
hope collected by a blind.
The clock chimes and the 
earth pulls, but gravity accepts
that she is defeated, by flesh
and blood of a heart. Ressurected,
I move along with her, soul
within soul and never to part.