We are apart and yet to attach,

demanding, each other to touch.

If you restless endeavour as much,

it’s anticipated there is hope to clutch.


We are divided and yet so close,

like on a twig, two blossoms of a rose,

to come together — I propose —

with roses, a bunch of flowers I compose.


We are separated and yet so near,

through a mental bridge, we adhere,

like my love to you, real, with no fear.

You, I dream, return it sincere.


The journey begins at your head,

think of target, pleasure and threat,

to start — go down from that,

the journey begins at your head.


Now, slowly you drift along the plain,

in the distance a rise does loom,

the elevation is close to attain,

certain to meet your doom.


Approaching the mount, slowly you sneak,

decent in size, steady and modest,

you feel it intense, high up the peak,

shaky, but certain, you strive to the crest.


You climb up the hill, slow in pace,

reach the summit, limp at its height,

softly rotate and circle the place,

it appears the summit is firm and tight.


Descent down into the valley,

and between the hill and its twin,

you follow the field along the alley,

it is flat where the lowlands begin.


It’s surface is soft and smooth,

when touching beneath and deep down,

the ground feels lively and soothe,

gorgeous in shape it is grown.


Pursuing this path so genuine pleasant,

with a rim, round and mellow,

you will find a pit, appears like a crescent,

not deep, but shoal and shallow.


Leave the pit behind,

and you will reach a gentle swell,

after and upon a hollow you find,

dangerous, but tempting to dwell.


You found the place to be,

here sits the desire of thee,

in the deepness lays the key,

for delightfulness and glee.


Utterly conscious of your need,

in a state of glow and pleasure,

you demand the gap to heed,

to enter, to bury the treasure.

Why me?

Cloudy and grey is the dawning,

the climate in the office is freezing,

cold the surroundings in the morning,

with it, the past was teasing.


“She” moony in the office sneaks,

with the dimples of thy,

on her smiling cheeks,

which are kind of shy.


You to see in the morning is my peak,

when I catch a glimpse of thee,

it grabs me like a tweak,

that moment you glance at me.


Instantaneously that lifts the blurry,

through this snatch, so breezy,

forgotten are all my worry,

all seems to be simple and easy.


It is like a warm and rainy morning in May,

it clears the sun beyond the night,

washes all the dust away,

so the sun shines clear and bright.


To see you, you gentle little lady,

is a delight and pleasure,

perceive this not as shady,

I think you are a veritable treasure.


I believe to be with thee,

entangled through a hidden band,

would be more than only glee,

more like a shamrock in my hand!


Next to answer your question,

I admit, I find you very appealing!

This is my honest confession,

about me feeling!