The Teasing Travel across the countryside

From a deep narrow valley,

concealed within her peaks

began a journey, that left

a moist slippery trace

a journey deliberately lengthened;

partly by the smooth path, and

partly by the traveler's pace

the journey went on leisurely

till it suddenly dipped in a crater, which

only seemed to suck it in calmly

yet also made it bite a grip, of

the surface above desperately

while it did enjoy its stay there

it also strayed to the parallel paths that swayed

but then began a quiver,

and sparked by this teasing stay 

the whole countryside of unsatiable pleasure

coerced it farther yet closer with her tremors

and feigning reluctance it resumed to relish

the steep destination across the trimmed meadow

into the dark condensed cave,

feeling its pulpy narrow walls

fathoming its dark ensnaring depth

only to get drenched, and yet,

the countryside felt a drought

and her tremors reached deep within

to let him know it's high time

the teasing better make way for the tilling

lest the dams of shame break early

preponing the time of arrival, of

the impending flood.....

Curves and Swells

 Looking at her eyes with deep concentration,

to admire, to converse as is the set convention,

But I say let your eyes slip, for once let them slide,

And know you shall at that trip, what had lifted hers with pride,

It is but those perky swells, made prominent by that appealing curve

And as my vision there dwells, slandered I shall be for my nerve

but before the keepers of this tradition erstwhile, shower on me their prejudiced hailstones

the curve I speak of, comes from her smile, the swells that I relish are of her cheekbones.

Emergence From Void

 Words, lines, ideas, 

luring me from afar,

I follow their path, only to be abandoned

as they scatter, fade away, erasing their trace.

Alas, what could have been a sonnet, a tale that

was sung for eons to reverberate,

now just seems a teasing smoke, exhaled 

by my cold deluding despair,

reminding me of that fog of nicotine 

from her ruthless seducing, crimson coated buds.

And now reprimanded by my frowny grin

for I was lost in this void, before this deluding pursuit

and after chasing this mirage, I only seem to sink

lower in this abyss,

fretfully now my shelter,

hopefully for a brief time period, though

thankfully was I enveloped by this,

for this pursuit of applause fatigued me

of their inattentive formal claps,

also their desires which had echoed, only

come from my screaming lust.

These tidal waves of cacophony,

had only washed me away,

From what I deeply wanted to be, only to be banished

to this dark, desolate desert of deafening silence.

tis possible I was to remain here, till

I rest rejuvenate and realize,

Devious and clueless, is this course of destiny,

for even here, I'm not me

and beyond this dimension what lays, may

not be for me...

and yet I resolve to resurrect, 

breaking this caging casket

still I choose to tread ,with words

inserted like thread, 

in a needle of rhythm,

crawling across this fabric of mind,

this canvas of my voice,

emerging as this protrusion,

for them to see, what I show

in this tapestry, perhaps as they see, seek too

I will, who I am, may be some of this

or of it all.