MOON - SYMBOL OF LOVE

Relation of the beautiful orchids bloom
I love having you on your chest .....
Lust in your eyes wide max graphic
Knowing smile of a beautiful red lips
Sexy bold nasal
You are visitor spectacular view

A light breeze
The heat caused
the air to breath testing,
we adapted
Failed to cool the
You are less tightly
I was at the height of love

Clouds around the moon in the sky
The air is cooled down slightly
Sprinkle a few drops of rain on us
You can unsubscribe from arms
Did you forget to pass the time ..

Living like this for long life
I do if I run out of greed
Lock your hands
all over my body embrace
I sought comfort siege

In your hands my own
Throughout the 'veena'
I went on to tie your hands
My issue with your journal united

As the trees hold the growing plant
My waist is bent
Even within you and within you
This is heaven, because

Take me to your lust
Did you forget the world
I did it myself
I saw an unseen paradise
When you're near me
Still the same moon in the sky
The fragrance of jasmine
Pleasant breeze
You're not near me

We have memories of living in chest
Only in the memories of you and me .......

HOT WEDDING

With a happy marriage for the groom
Holidays April May
No way of knowing
The highest temperature wedding
'Hot' was able to

AC The first night room
Fire to shoot the wedding dress
My newly wedded wife
Desire to embrace
A / C room, even though

Pouring with sweat
On her face
Makeup was applied
Go away in sweat

Marry on stage
Display a face like an angel
Around in the dark sky
As clouds of black and white
Arab country's perfume
Pulse through my veins
Dream of a romantic
Summer wedding
The odor of sweat

Hugged love in the rain
Rain soaked in sweat, thinking gone down
Makeup from her face like a disheveled
Tropical sweat has ruined my love dreams

MOON IS MY FRIEND

Boxes stacked on boxes
Building a heap
In addition to the wall
No other watch

From the sky through the window
You see me
Tarnished sleep all night
Of depression - you
Clean your face - I
Hardware forget the blue

In the cloud, such as a thin cloth - you
Face covered with white
Playing with my eyes closed - you
Will vanish whenever
Nostalgia of my breath - you
Cloud cover on the move
The cloud to run faster
You find a lovely face
I appreciate all night!

See you in several days
With longing, wait - you are
Where were all these days
If I ask that the White Moon
In other countries
Without sleep, the
Friends like me
I came to see that

That's right,
To travel around the world
You do not need a Passport and ticket
With that longing.

Oh!!! MY LOVE

Slowly blowing wind
smoothly blown on my face
my eyes were open
the stars are
glittering in the dark sky

no lights around me
except stars in dark sky
a baby and a street dog
crying far away
sound of whispering
tender voice of breeze
on tree branches

there is no moon
on the sky
except few stars
darkness around me
but a lit candle in his hand
white dressed cupid
slowly came
with his whispering tender voice
says something which
I could not hear

my eyes were closing
and darkness around
me vanished
his hands covered
my body his exotic
and romantic touch
made me sick

my voice dieing
my ears dumped
my blood heated
my lips dried
my hands started
writing his beauty

he said to me
I Love You
suddenly I heard
noises of owls
on the trees nearby
and streets dog's
unpleasant sounds
wake me

my conscious returned
back to me
cupid slowly moving
from me
I begged him
with my whispering
tender voice
not to leave me alone
in the darkness
he said nothing
but he smiled
again I said
keep coming

He smiled at me
I never seen ever
before such a
beautiful image
am waiting for
dark summer night.

AM MISSING

Though my home is small,
doors are being closed for
thieves, scoundrels, body masters,
freemen, and rowdy
but most of the times
my best friends are
getting confused
whether am being
worst to bad for not
invite them into my house

though my house is small,
my love and concern
on my friend's and well-wishers
are enormous, also endless

I am sure that
I have nothing to
gave them more than
my pure love and smile
from bottom of my heart

As I close windows,
behind my house,
there is (heavy) mud road and a gutter;

am missing blue sky
and birds returning to their nests;
when I want to feel fresh air I couldn't,
I miss wonderful breeze through the windows,
as road-side dust and gutter smell fills my
lungs;

It's not my mistake, I don't know to blame whom,
for all these
but am missing my friends,
well-wishers,beautiful blue sky,
chirping birds flying
with the white and gray clouds
and also the breeze blowing
through our window and door-side.

OH !!!!

my wonderful eyes are to watch your
wonderful creation of this world
silver moon, blinking stars at night
excellent blue
a painter could not be painted
original color of
the endless ocean
when I look at dark night,
white waves looks like a
white lace or border dressed
woman dancing on the ocean
what a wonder.........

green colored forest
various colors of flowers scattered
when I look at the mountains
a big green border blanket
with black and blue mountains

Oh! how nice to hear
the music of small rivers running
on golden mud
sunlight makes running water
a golden glittering waves
how many colors of birds
humming in day sun

The one who created
all these to see and enjoy
one who must be a great lover of
colors and a great musician

a man's life is not enough
to know depth of ocean and the sky
but to love amazing creation


when I move on to mountain
underneath every thing looks smaller
And I wondered Oh! creator
how we look like from
your place, owner of all

I felt like a dust
nothing to be proud
whatever I am
one who made
one who give wisdom
to achieve or to explore
that's YOU,
nothing were there
to be proud and say
that we discovered
or we achieved.

My Dream World India

I have a wonderful home
I have a great lovable mother
and great language,
To express all of my feelings
I have neighborhood to
exchange my views
in my own language
My wise and lovable
father nearer to me
to teach how to behave
and so on;
My friends are always
around me to make me happy

America is the place where
I can only earn dollars
I will be alone and treated
by them as stranger
even though America is a
democratic country
I cannot move free as in my country
because where there shooting
occurs often
I cannot live scared
of strangers
Dollars cannot give happiness
as my parents
as if my own country
I do not want to dream
to fly to America;
my dream must not
beyond India;

My Love

Sometimes I wonder

If you love me
As much as I love you....

I never mean to
Question your love,
Because I know in my heart
What I mean to you

I guess when I act like
I am unsure,
All I am doing
Are you holding me
And tell me
You love me.