In weary times, when ebbing tides
leave hearts forlorn,
I yearn to cradle dreams alive,
In the deep waters of your chest.

When pain engulfs my restless nights,
In the hollow silence of aching ribs,
I long to wrap myself tight
In the tender weave of woollen threads,
The soft edge of warmth near your breast.

When despair’s heavy breath
Leaves me gasping, lost, undone,
I dream of pressing blooming lips
Against the curve of your Mona Lisa smile.

How does one endure the solitude?
Of loveless skies on Nilgiri peaks?
Even in the shadow of failure near you,
My thoughts find joy, a lavish indulgence,
Amid life’s relentless, sweating hours.

No future, no past
Only a ruinous, misplaced abode remains.
Half a century has drifted by,
Yet I yearn to lose myself in you
On moonlit nights when passion blooms.

Among shattered mirrors of neglect,
Where broken memories lie, bare and raw,
Still, I wish to drown in your embrace,
Surrendering to desire’s sweet enchantment.
Breathlessly, we shall become
Two souls entangled, utterly alive.

Now empty, I am a shadow adrift,
A spectre of sorrow in ebbing tides.
Yet within my chest, I nurture a river,
Cascading with your name
A restless stream leaping toward shores,
Swimming across freedom’s span.

Every spring, you steal my heart
A dreamer crafting skies anew.
You are a hidden flower of wild grass,
Rooted deep in unseen soil.