rained your love

with your love you came into my empty

space, my soul, parched like a dry desert
deprived of years of rain with all life turn
to mere skeleton, making me run to dance!

after you rained your love on me, now

a brook, i chase you, a young life, rolling
on ground laughing out loud my heart
and mind with all its content rearranged

creating your image in my soul, my cup

overflowing with new memories of massaging
your feet, scrubbing your body and narrating
stories that you playfully dump as boring!

25.03.2014

  

fences and thorns

i settled, earlier, with quietness

even when thorns pricked as i picked
the flowers, or at times the fallen petals
capturing in my mind the beauty

and the fragrance making self, my heart

to leap and dance to the beat, the music
you write with your constant dance;
but a perpetual pricking of the thicket

and the endless bleeding of my hand and feet

makes me wonder whether i have strayed
away from your garden into a cacti jungle
or is it that you resent my love to jingle

with your beauty and fragrance

in flowers considering it a pilfering
from the garden you are jealously guarding
with fences and thorns that prick!

henry victor     05.06.2002