leonid afremov
(painting by Leonid Afremov)
-worth reading the poem by angelbeams-

In a teeny wee valley right across the mountains
Dwelt a field of stardusts, their petals dainty and shiny
So smooth, so soft, so delicate were they
Bobbing up and down, laughing, sheer joy spreading.

Seven petals each one had, creamy white the colour
Stems smooth and glistening, leaves tiny bright green
And when the sun shone down on them
A white carpet they seemed,so pure,fit for a queen[…]

via Perception — Site Title


(picture courtesy facebook)

I was searching for a friend,
with whom I can share anything,
who is nonjudgmental,with a deep perception on life and world,
yesterday I met her in a library ….
we were searching for a book”Real Love”
There were only a single copy of it,
And,We planned to read it together.

The experience was beautiful,
enriched us with so much insights,
and our conversations were
with perfect synchronization
like earth and moon
“Problem with our life is our protecting behaviors,
It kills truth… force us to be pretenders,
And we forget what we really needed….”
I said” I was too late to meet you”
She just whispered…..
“nothing is too late”
And looked at me with a romantic smile,
Her gaze was sharp ….into my soul…..
and she put my soul on fire,
which is still burning with a passion for her company,

A great romantic day

(picture courtesy-Erika Kind)
It was a great day of preparations,
To make everything perfect,precious,
to bath in the soft kisses, raining,to,
Fall in love,to make a memorable day…

And it just happened….

It turned to be a great day of romance,
A total surrender to our hearts,so romantic,
Basking in moonlight,dreaming,….feeling….
the warmth and tenderness of soft kisses.

It was her birth day, in the land of love,
Cutting a plum cake,just,an ice breaking,
Exchanging the sweet to swallow,so symbolic,
then deep kisses as if nothing can separate.

Eyes were looking each other, into its own depth,
Our Hearts were sinking into the ocean of affection,
with our naked body,felt the warmth and sweat of,our own,
perspiring desire, to fuse in the fugue of a sweet romance.