Verb and Adverb, Dear Poetry-relish-er, The Fragrance of Love, Blended Hearts

                                                 

VERB AND ADVERB

I am the verb and she my adverb;

Qualifies and quantifies my moves, movements, stirrings and doings;

I am the action and she is its description and style;

Endearingly she showers love and affection

Inspiring me to compose and create;

Daringly I enjoy her every bit, moment and thing,

In our intimate moments to the hilt blissfully;

She is the cheque and I am her encasher;

She is the check on my emotions, actions, reactions and interactions;

Lovingly she obliges and cooperates in the exhilarating union of our hearts and bodies;

Also I am noun and she is my adjective;

Qualifies and quantifies me and my existence;

We are parts of speech, grammar, vocabulary and sense

In the language of our love and intimacy;

We are eternal and one as the word and its meaning

Are related as verb and adverb;

And I am the flow she is the speed

I am the glow and she is the light

                       

   DEAR POETRY-RELISH-ER !     

   

Pleasant verses like shining stars

Sensing you as very charming

Are attracted to you, the full moon of beauty

And are with you entertaining you with their radiance;

My verses are apprehensive that they may be dimmed

In their brightness and are dispirited,

Throw a glance at them, dear

And look at us too, my friend!

Your aesthetic heart like the pleasant butterfly

Sucking honey from many a verse flower

Gets intoxicated and revels in that bliss;

My tender beautiful aesthetic verses worry

Whether they can match the glory

And make you blissful equally or not

And are hesitating to approach you

Take them too into your fold, dear!

And your heart is used to bathe in the streams of enchanting poetry;

Doubting whether their wetness can touch you similarly or not

The flows of my aesthetic verses are becoming summer streams, my dear!

Your aesthetic heart is a tuned veena

And many experts and veterans who are adept

Are singing their poetry playing on the strings of your romantic heart;

Now to claim we too are experts in playing and stir your strings

Is becoming difficult and my pleasant verses are becoming dumb, dear!

You have body as soft as flowers

You yourself are a blooming fragrant flower full of honey;

Around you are scattered beautiful verse-flowers

Which are serving you and are causing pleasantness to you,

Now to shower you with my flowery verses, I am hesitating;

Well-noted and famous poets are taking you to blissful worlds

Through musical rendition and recitation of their poems

And are making you forget everything and absorbed in their verse-reading;

Such you whether my humble verse-singing reaches or not is my doubt, dear!

You are Princess of aesthetic nature

And Queen of pleasantness

Served by verses as your maids;

My verses too are waiting to cause bliss to you

Like your other maids, look at them Oh! Sister of Full moon!

Famous and popular poets are inspired by something, someone or some event;

But only you are the inspiration for my poetry and also its reader, dear!

Others weave poetry for the joy of all

But the fragrance of my verse-flowers is for your smelling only;

Others compose poetry wishing the welfare of the society

But the subject of my poetry in both the senses

Is only you, the nearness, intimacy and love we share;

One thing I declare courageously and daringly with confidence

Hear my dear! 

I too am a poet and an expert in imagination

And in the craft of weaving poetry

Equal to any one in the field

And weigh equally with them,

My dear relish-er of my poetry!  

THE FRAGRANCE OF LOVE

The fragrance of our love is still fresh

Your portrait in me I always relish

Full of my thoughts you cause sweet stirs

Heart-beats sound melodies of our nearness and intimacy

Though I am here and you are there

My dear Empress! To your beauty I am always bound

Gleaming as full moon you converse in me

Spreading as moon-light your friendship soothes me

My joy is restricted

To the replay of the memories of our pleasant past;

When the breeze of our love gently touches

My heart, like a leaf-let, dances

Loving is eternal

Though bodies enjoy union or not

And become ashes

Your longings for me I am unaware

I daily suffer separation from you

Our hearts swim in the ocean of friendship

And are joined by the knot of love

Though fate made us live separately

Pleasant thoughts unite us in the paradise of our love

When aches torment and fry my heart

Your compassionate and dear looks shower affection

Cool and relieve me

And your sweet words soothe me; 

When is the moment

When we are together again

And rejoice in each other’s arms

And become one in the union

Of bodies and selves sublime

DELIGHT OF BLENDED HEARTS

Joyfully frolicking intimate feelings of blended hearts

Do they embody love, sweet aches or offshoots of delight?

The aesthetic bliss of hugged hearts

Is it cooling moonlight spread by full-moon?

Or fragrance of half-bloomed jasmine buds?

 Or pleasantness sprinkled by the togetherness;

Are they swiftly flowing streams?

Climbing and energetically descending water-falls

Or incessant waves of joy striking ceaselessly

Or delights of innocence?

The thoughts of nearness woven by love bond

Are they roaming deer in the valley of dear-hearts?

Or are the embodiments of the softness of butter and petals

And are replicas of the garlands of love and affection;

Joyfully frolicking intimate feelings of blended hearts

Do they embody love, sweet aches or offshoots of delight?