Love Canvas

Whitish - red, blue and the gray;

black mix here and there,

the Artist's mind roves,

the moving canvas, modernist strokes,

unfinished but a beauty to behold.

Crimson lines, faded and short,

night is young, His girl wild;

the lover's lips will fill the rest.

The disc's on, rolling beats;

disco lights and party raves.

Spilt paint on the floor,

his tongue mopping every ounce of juice.

Light's out, but life's not;

mix and birth, beauty of love.

(On the evening sky, the unfinished painting, by an
artist busy making love with his girl)

Rain Amour...

Drops, life turns green again,
pitch lightens, the voices in me;
from grunts to whistles n tunes of love,
feeling beats, breathing fresh;
a brief stop near, I'll hug you tight,
rain, where's the pain gone, my friend.

I walk, my senses aflame,
heart caressed by birth, the sweet scents;
Earth, her thirst quenched; amour, amour!
Rain, stay in bed with me, my love.

Smiles, the splashes, a bud in play;
it's always fun sailing the clouds.
The slides and falls, slushy hugs;
rain, keep me young eternal, my girl.

(It rained here a few days back, yeah, it rained!)

Full to the Brim

Down south from where I breathe,
right by the Bengal Bay, this cove.
Fruits, goodies and hearty laughs,
a canopy of love to keep out the sun.
Streams of affection, the breeze I feel;
a mother and son, their little world.

An hour's toil, elements, the dust;
sweat flowing, but worth it, no doubt;
as I stretch, my legs relaxed;
full to the brim on every count...

... My heart - with the mama's care;
my soul, with the positive vibes;
my eyes, not tears, yes, with joy;
and my tummy, with the fish and cheers.

(To DD and mama)