Singing, serenading,
Mesmerizing, and regaling- 

you draw my self and more into you
with those curiously menacing eyes,

Enchanting, enthralling,
entangling.. and haunting.

As you whisper a lullaby
in that honey-toned voice-

Submitting, surrendering,
succumbing and subsuming;

So, I fall love-sick, beholden
to my heart's one desire,

Drowning, desiring,
smoldering, and aspiring..

and I die a million deaths(and live to die more)
just from the wanting of you.

a week. in wilderness. of longing. of frolic and weary enjoyment. of coldness :(. of switch-offs. of realisations. of suppressed vows. of anticipation. IS PAST. now is when we make up for.ummm..feels warm already :)

On the last day of December, I went out in the fog
with Sorrow as my companion.
The River serene, was greener than tears-
the timid woods were bare
and the hemlocks were black in the fog..

High in the hills the fog broke up.
Tatters burned silver by the inland valleys
under a low sun and a cerulean sky.
We drove through winter-gold pastures
drunk on primrose-flavored air..

"Sorrow, why do you follow me?"said I,
He said, "Because you forget
everything that is dear to you.
It passes into my keeping
and I remind you when the time is right..

"Some day when summer hangs green in all the trees
you will sell me your heart for a handful of winter-gold
or a coin-sized slice of silver fog
and you'll call it a good bargain."

In a high place where mountains peered over the rim of the world
and the cloud-shadows were so vast they had no shape
I turned to him in the booming wind and said,
"Old friend -oh old friend o' mine
remind me once again?"

Sorrow placed his hand on my shoulder
and in my ear he whispered
the Name...

do you love me?

your eyes stare softly into mine
with no idea of how much I yearn for them
and all that is attached -

touch me -

your fingertips stroke my cheek
soaking up the fears untold, like sponges-
wiping away my old self, bit by bit,
mopping up the mess -

tell me -

your eyes lick your shoelaces
as your lips form a line that
would impress a drill seargeant -
you can't say it -

show me -

you pull me into your chest
our hearts touch
and for one-hundredth of a milli-second
i know i hear -

"Yes."

If everything that has impacted me over the past year is weighed in terms of importance, THE JINXED BOHEMIAN will come a close second. He's been a dear friend, a saviour at times. 66 posts including 23 incomplete drafts later comes his first birthday.I wish you'll hit half a century atleast and be my silent,undemanding impersonation ;) that you've been thus far. What better than this at the happy hour? Pardon me dear bloggie if the celebration or whatever is unworthy or subdued; am sure you understand the frame of my mind. HAPPY BIRTHDAY! :)

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