English hunter

Days we dreamt of spending together Sunshines we promised to enjoy There was something that kept us alive Like a fresh dew drop in its bliss I was nothing in his hulking figure Still my breath could give him solace I am Earth while he is the Sun And I craved to live under his light He is my Adam My large healthy hulking Adam With a voice like the thunder of God He is the ecstasy in the form of man We hugged, we kissed, we felt But that was not lust, not even love It had the purity of a coral in the shell It was nothing but the realisation of god No words could express us Nothing could explain wat we were Ours is a nameless bond A bond which was made in heaven (Dedicated to the tallest man ever)

Once I promised you Even death won't separate us Thy believed me and my words But now the time has come To take me off Grab me from your hands And pull me back to black I won't leave you alone Will keep up my promise With my presence You will find me in you And every bits of nature Where the buds bloom And leaves dance You will find me Those lakes where we Shared the sunset; Will now portray my face Paddy fields in which we Secretly made love will Make you feel my touch Those hilltops on whose peaks We exchanged our breath Will now fill you with my voice when you utter the alphabets Of my name Thy gives me a chance to live In the world Where I no more belong A chance of rebirth. ...

Ocean embracing the timid shore Sky touching the horizon Rain drops kissing the window glass Rainbow smooching the water falls And me.... Feeling those wild alphabets Word of a secret passion That dominates the universe Reunion of body and soul..... My love is not a red red rose But a blooming lilly spreading The fragrance of holy binding I fall for you each day Unaware of the truth that One day I will move from you A day of judgement;  Where I see tears in your eyes Dont cry I say; Dont cry Fate may take me from you But I promise I will leave back my bit A bit that resembles me Moulded from my flesh and our blood A bit for which you have to live A bit which will bring back The smile on your face... The promise to make you live As Marwell once told... I can hear times winged chariot Reaching nearer, searching for me Hands of the black masked man Tightening his hook aiming my neck.. Take me off my beloved At least till the next sun rise.. Let us walk...

Blissed in those empty hands Oh angel,some more warmth I need Heavenly hugs lash away my pain Lovely kisses make me strong God with flesh and blood I see the divine daily Feel the vibe infinite by the Celestial power she possess Eagle and dove at heart Strong enough to fight back And calm enough to tame the world The queen to rule the universe Angel,  I have seen your  rage When the black hands tore my skirt Starry eyes changed colour With holded the power to destroy Even I got scared; frightened To make you calm and peace But I knew the trick, a tear drop From my eyes will bring you back Thy petal heart melted when my Butterfly lips touched it Such tender soul is yours Oh Angel.. You made me feel alive..

I lost myself, did u see me?? Last seen with brown skin And black hair. Did you?? Search within you..please I may be found there... I remember the street And those flesh markets Where I saw human flesh Being sold greedly.... Some one told some day Human flesh is most tasty Is it so??? Am I being taken for that Did you see me??? Yes I was naked but dressed I was naked to welcome truth I was dressed to wecome lie A truth which you never saw And a lie that I ignored.. My life was always a dilemma I lost myself in its hard waves But Did you see me some where?? If so please do let me know Because it is not for me I have someone waiting to reach me How can I betray that good soul?? So help me... I think I am trapped..

You may see them empty His empty hands But the ocean of love Spread across his hands Is visible only to me I alone belive in its fullness As I alone feel its warmth They are made for me For me to seek solace Solace in which I find me Those empty hands of him Taught me to write When mine were dead alive Poured the ink of bliss Through those lean fingers I was jealous, jealous Of those worthy hands Because even without the cuffs They made me a slave Slavery which I asked for...