Bake with passion #55wordPoem

Flour and butter
Sugar and cinnamon
yeast and salt
water somewhat warm;

Hold gently,
Shower kisses,
Playful touch
Naughty giggles

Knead and fold
Layer over layer
Flakes and lumps
Carefully flattened

Entangled limbs,
satin sheets
Exciting game plan
Unfolds within;

Let the dough rise
In desires you drown
Bake with love
Serve with a blush

😉

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Marriage

“I will be patient
And kind
When temper flies
Sense out of mind”

“I will reign in
My tongue
When my patience dies
A slow painful death”

So the said
More often than
They believed,
‘Cause
One spoke too soon,
other
Replied even sooner;
But they loved more
Than such words
And laughed more
Together.

This is a poem in 55 words for marathon blogger’s drabble week.

Dedicated to me and pati ❤

Color of silence

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The colors of silence change
For who wields it;

Mine are mostly red
Of love passion
And sometimes rage
On lover,
On love,
On myself,
On us.

They can be dark
Like core of the night,
Or of my soul
Churning
Whispering
Pointing to
Your eyes.

The best i love
Is when it is white,
The blinding emptiness
Of peace ,
Of acceptance,
Of purity,
Of being one with you.

Celebrations

birthdays , anniversaries, festivals
some how they lost meaning for me
except birthdays I can say,
specially mine , if it is a memorable day.
But there are some other dates,
I celebrate with all my heart,
I love to cherish and live those hours
when we met , when we loved,
when we fought and later kissed,
when I proposed, when you finally did too,
when we were engaged, and officially “we”
when we celebrated these days,
even if I had to remind you the dates;
These are my favorite celebrations
and they led us here today –
a wedding in three weeks,
a life time of dates to note and make special.

My “Fall” [ #OctPowriMo day 1 ]

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Fall is knocking
on the door again,
the chill of rains,
and the harsh rays
before,
are ready to surrender,
before the mellowed
moods of nature,
 
So did I.
Moving from the
bitter rejections
and tearful farewells,
I succumb to your smile,
break in your arms,
and gather in your life.
you are my “fall”,
you are my rise.
 
 
 

OctPoWriMo 2013