Hope

 There is always hope,

As long as nature holds the rope

through its smile pure, 

Survive we will for sure!

Taking a deeper control of the Self

 Being true to one's intrinsic nature is no weakness. If you happen to be a person dominated by feelings, don't underestimate your heart. Feelings have longer roots to one's real self. Thoughts are utilitarian ripples on the egoistic surface. They have their utility though. Mind is just a faculty that has the potential to create something out of life. But still it's a utility, a skill. Heart is what we are. Controlling mind breeds a healthy outer life, which surely supports peace and joy inside. Nurturing heart gives us a joyful inner life. Mind is predominantly a trigger mechanism operating basically on our fears. It's merely a tool to survive, but not us. Go guys go...have a pleasant joyride with your feelings...and use mind for survival in the the forest that life is...best wishes💐👍🏻🙏🏻

Spring

 Flowers are abloom 

in springy riotous passion. 

Snow melting on the peaks 

and the valleys abuzz with 

fresh leaves and regenerated dreams. Colorful birds spraying chirpy notes around. 

Come fella come!

Come out of dispassion and cavernous glum!

Dance

O thou beautiful woman,
your charmingly feminine undulations
make me feel
the pulsation of life in my being.
Yes, undulations are a lovely part of
the feminine polarity,
It keeps that vibration
that soft rhythm
that lovely push
which defines life and living,
If not for this,
everything will be just passive
like a stone.
Your ripples across the
froze clods in my heart
bring it back to
even more sensitivities of life.
Thanks for being present in my being,
Feel my presence in you,
For a shared dance--
a dance the way you want it. 
 

An innocent desire

Yours is a lovely soft heart,
Just looking for affection
and a caring touch.
That's the least

a heart can desire,

I respect its innocent need

and try my best to

touch your life

as best as it's possible for me,

Of course, mine seeks the same

and you do the same for me.

 

A touch of desire and mischief

My heart's sandy beach
always awaits thy tidal reach
to bring it back to life;

to feel thy pleasant strife,

The lifeless grains of sand

dance with joy as you land

upon my beached self,

You, caress, shove, swipe

and cuddling full and ripe,

You rearrange the boring design,

You carry the experience 

of the seas far away

with its countless wavy sway

and jostle, heave your breast

lifefully on my chest,

Seeks your fickle self some rest,

A sea of possibilities your your breast,

You bring a noise 

that sees through the sandy silence,

You kiss the grains of my being

with your salty, effervescent lips,

You sway

and make hay,

massaging me with your fluidity

and stormy charms,

Then you slip out of my pining arms,

heartlessly recede and go away

far into the depths of the sea,

And I look alone and forlorn,

waiting for your return

to bring me again back to life.

 

The Night

 

Lipstick on Her dark face,

arriving like a sweet seductress

to embrace us all for rest, repose and sleep,

For many promises to keep,

Welcome o thou lovely Night!

Help me in my very own fight!