The Distant Star

A poets muse is what you are,

A dream, from any distance near or far,

You are the shiver that runs down my spine,

Makes me feel alive, yet drunk with wine.

Those doe like brown eyes,

Like a shimmer of fire flies,

That cute nose,

As delicate as the petals of Rose.

Those luscious lips, sigh what do I say

They make my eyes always stray,

Cause to look at them is in itself a sin,

To kiss them, the ultimate win.

That gentle curve of your neck,

Makes me want to lean down and give a small peck,

The perfume you dab on it,

Makes any man loose his wit.

Your beautiful hair, cascading down your body in gentle spills,

Like a meandering river through the hills,

The way you just shine up the room,

All sadness your frolic laugh exhumes.

Those soft hands of yours, so delicate to touch,

I still remember the times, I have held them in a clutch,

With the heart beating madly at a mere brush,

I am awash with goosepimples, while my blood rush.

I hate that you are so beautiful, within and without,

For you catch the eyes of every guy, no doubt,

Hoping to sway your heart in their favour,

from strangers to even your next door neighbour.

I can go on and on, talk about you and how you are,

But at the moment you are like a distant star,

One I can see, wish and dream about,

But the dream, I wish to touch, without a doubt.

The girl on the beach

Before the first light of the sun hits the beach,

The sand turned golden under her feet,

I just stared at her, spellbound, with no power of speech,

For it seemed from my life the fog had lifted, my search complete.

The faint starlight danced in her hair as she walked around,

Here she was, the vision I had glimpsed in my dreams again and again,

Her smile filling my senses, and I felt like I would drown,

Everything in the world felt shallow and vain.

As she sat under the shade of a tree,

The blue waters of the ocean stealthily crept up and kissed her feet,

She giggled and it was the sweetest sound in the world, honest and carefree,

While I stood there, listening to my own heartbeat.

She glanced at the sky where the first rays of the rising sun could be seen,

For a second she looked as she was torn, between desire and duty,

Then she suddenly turns to me and smiles, her face, calm and serene,

I fall down to my knees for the face is just raw beauty.

She gets up and walks to the ocean, yet it felt like the water carried her slowly,

Before I could say anything to her, she turns around and looks at me,

The first ray of sun lovingly touched her shoulder, as if a relic holy,

She shimmers and disappears right in front of me.

A faint smell of jasmine hangs in the air,

With me left kneeling on the ground,

The water of the ocean consoling me, knowing it was not fair,

To have lost her, only after knowing briefly, as to what I had found.