"8 Minutes"

Into the poem: This poem is another of my romantic flicks depicting the chronological scenes of a couples 8 minutes meet. a blend of emotions, love and romance its all about. Have a read and don't forget to hit a comment. :)

Those black eyes were grey, tired  & longed to imprison my glance.

Her lips though wet, were dry alike those seasonal rivers.

Bedside I stood gripping  her hands, preaching that love.

The sky went blue but sun lit with red, all over again.

Those visions unseen & tunes unheard were busy flattering our beloved souls,

And just she & I, stood gazing our eyes, falling in love all over again.

Staring on her eyes I whispered then,

“Loving you is alike a sleepless dream, I want you by my side

Be with me, just be mine, trust me along the voyage of life.

Within our chest there’s a heart with love unpicked,

Break that fence & then run to me,

All I want is a vacation of distance but love unabridged.”

A stream of pearls of tears flew down her wanton eyes,

Nothing her lips praised, they numbed and followed my heart.

Her unluscious lips were now close to my ears & whispered then,

“I love you my dear, I just love you

Where ever my feet are going, however far this may go...

Even if I’m faltering, I’ll follow your afterglow”

The liberty of wind made me feel the wetness of her hair,

The flagrant whispers of her lips then matched with my raised up beats,

The beats down her bosom was again that I felt,

Still that blend of breath was something unfelt,

Still my breath, her breath and our enslaved thoughts

Scribbled down an aurora of love, and sculpted the hidden tunnel of trust.

My hands then followed the course of the fallen dews of her eyes,

They wiped them off as the eyes that shut & ran to her dried lips,

And then went my lip and rubbed along her piece of skin.

Other hand of mine, pulled out that ring shadowed somewhere in my pocket.

I held her fingers and pushed that in.

And then kissed it up, and fell in love, and just fell in.

                                                               
                                                                 - Rukshan Ur Rahman

                                                                The Memoirs Of The Dark

"Just Love You"

Into The Poem: After a long period of poetic impotency, My nerves thrived to pen down some of my emotions about my Riza. And here is its formulation. 'Just Love You', a poem I wrote while reflecting my thoughts sitting near the banks of river Mahanadi. Hope you like it. If worth appealing don't forget to hit a comment and click on the 'Share' button.

Poem:
My burned and choked and dead heart,
Now breathes and sips a new leash of life,
As the curling winds touch my lips,
They burst those buried emotions at heart,
And make me fall in love again,
For all I've, is nothing but you,
For all I'll be, Will be for you,
For all I can is just love you.

A sea of words outlaw my lips to move,
But the hands of clock wont permit my mind,
I still remember those days, those days of distance,
They stalk me, they haunt me and crush me in bizzare nights.
Blind is the day, a day spent in vain,
Blind are my eyes without your view,
For I can fight my life and fight for you,
For all I can is just love you.

My love isn't just a relation of tangled emotions,
But the hush attachment of souls,
My life is in your arms, tears with your silence,
My beats in your beats, soaked with your beauty's rain.
For my love is pure, pure as the course of a fallen dew,
Turn all your sadness and turn to me,
Hug me deep, until I die with you,
For all I can is just love you.

Some moments of yours, the moments with mine,
They relent my thoughts and make me smile,
Your head falling on my shoulders and you hugging from behind,
The calmed body of yours, inclined to mine,
And that walk with me, are the memoirs I have,
My Shona, stand for me against those few,
And hold my hands, those hands waiting for you.
For all I want is to just love you.

My life is not meant to love and to be loved in return,
But to hold on with those promises when inside it churns,
I'm yours and you're mine, for all our life to go,
For you can screen my blood and halt their temptuous flow,
Kiss me whenever I'm alone,
For whom I can kiss, is just kiss you,
Drown me in your eyes, For my world is you.
Love me alike, as I just love you.
                                                   - Rukshan Ur Rahman

The Terminus

Into The Poem: A generic sad poem expressing what departure would mean in a relationship so strong. Initial reviews I got before publishing said that its something to do with the reality. The question is, Is it my story? or is it not? I leave this to my reader. I hope this poem will rekindle the distorted love in underneath your chest and you never ever part your beloved the way its plotted in the poem.

Poem:

Her lips were red, dying to touch mine,

But something did wall our creeping emotions this time,

And she numbed her lips, and inclined her head,

Onto my tired weary chest,

The lash of her eyes softened as they touched,

Softened my falling emotions, as they wept,

The once enchanted souls were departing their course,

And the moments were wet and sinking this time.

The insolent breeze & the incessant rain all seemed protesting.

Our ugly falling apart, the unnatural depart.

For the falling lids above those wet eyes,

Whispered something deep to me,

Some words were spoken, few beats exchanged.

For the love was still intact, for the past we framed.

It’s not that our love had spilled over the wedge,

But for the contrasting religion that knifed an edge.

Something distracted her sweet rest on me,

It was her father's call that ringed a tone.

She said "I'm stuck", but did she really mean?

Was it the rain or me, my love or its killing pain?

I held her hands & begged her stay,

And her lips, they drove & touched mine, & eyes that shut.

The wetness inscribed the feeling of trembling illusion of hearts,

For fantasied were we, lost in the kiss, the last kiss in the rain.

Soon it ended, alike a desperate dream.

The sands of time, drowned our wet emotioned love,

As she broke my strength of closed arms on her,

Then she trudged her eyes but held my hand.

And turned and splashed the muddy water beneath.

Our hands then started to slip apart,

Steps by steps she took, breaking the bond.

Watching, I stood, weeping for my world that just moved on

- Rukshan Ur Rahman

“The Nostalgic Depth”

Into The Poem: This poem is my exclusive extrusion into the depth of romanticism. Simple dedication to the one who has been there through each and every walk of my life. Hope you like it. If worth appealing do leave a comment and don't forget to click on the share button.

The blue vault above, the unclouded sky,

The depth of the ocean and their uncensored cry,

All Things benign, and those wings that fly,

Seem to sing a tune for a dainty angel;

The angel of my dreams, my love, my ably. 

 My frozen beats have shifted their course,

It’s a year since they have released and dropped,

Dropped on her sweet lake of untiring eyes,

For her eyes that quench my thirst at core,

And the lids that spray the fountain of care.

The glamour of pink fused with her lip’s heavenly smile,

Conceal my soul as if surrendered to life,

And crown my lips, as to them, it rub.

For her lips once gifted a flavoured kiss,

And drowned my temptations onto their depth.

I felt her breath, below my neck,

As I hugged her bodice with a pleasant reck;

The fragrance of her skin Felt alike mosaic perfume.

The grid of her arms shrined deep passionate love,

For our hearts that touched, and fused, and glued.

The things undone and the things to be done,

Will carve a blanket on us and turmoil be shunned,

Just me and the core of her, once a startled soul,

Shall shuffle our love, shuttle the once enslaved dreams,

And Azure our minds and release its debt.

They said ,”If people are truly and deeply and madly in love,

They’ll find a route, they’ll find their way.”

The Fruition of enslaved dreams shall breathe in life,

Just wait for the moments to dip and sink in time.

I sense a future weaved with love, in which I’m yours and you’re mine.

                                                                                                            - Rukshan Ur Rahman

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The Prophecies of a Startled Soul

Into the Poem: The Poem is about a girl’s love for her beloved. Forsaken by the curse of religion, She agonizes the distance between them and hopes for the return of love in her life.

Poem:
The cult of dreams have manifested over the distant distance,

As he walks along towards my deep shadow,

The moment I’ve been waiting for,

With love I’ve been waiting for.

The mistful journey over the distant horizon,

Have freezed to the fragments of time,

And crawling on parts of my mind.

The deep buried hopes pop out from the grave of loneliness.

The glare of his eyes still alienate my pulse,

It’s the sweet converse; I’ve been waiting for,

With love, I’ve been waiting for.

The Dispatched destiny opens up alike an awakening bud,

The oracle of love still swims my heart,

As the zenith of disgust is torn apart.

Down went his eyes, towards my lips,

And his lips, it moved, to greet a smile,

The forgotten smile, I’ve been waiting for,

My sterile womb of life, was impregnated with love,

The potion of love, I’ve been waiting for.

He said “I love, but I can’t”.

And stabbed my ribs, against all that I want.

For we have crossed the mistaken meridian,

And walked over the green mile of silence,

The dreadful silence, I’ve been hating for,

It’s his love, I’ve been waiting for.

The loop of mutiny and the contrastive religion,

Conceive my mind, and bury the seeds of discord.

Love me my Dear, and hold my hand against all odd.

Why this religion? Why this sea of detachment?

My wet eyes burn for touch of cloth of your love,

The touch of love, I’ve been waiting for.

With love, I’ve been waiting for.

I hate this religion that built a wall.

For I know I can’t change the moving winds.

But can adjust my sail, to reach you, my destination.

PS: I had a crazy dream about this situation, So wrote this poem along a Girl's perspective. :)

                                                            

                                                                                                                  -Rukshan Ur Rahman

Enslaven Dreams

Into The Poem:
I'm back with my new poem titled "Enslaven Dreams", a VALENTINE's DAY special. Its just a simple analogy of passionate and deep expression of romance. Genuinely, its my perfect dedication meant for the one. Romance is what its all about. A portrait of the poet's imagination of love. If worth appealing, Don't forget to leave a comment.

Poem:
The thrift of pain and the lethal stain,

The lone of heart have escaped the vent,

For the lambent stars down the roasted night,

Infer the blaze of my beloveds eyes.

And the genial breeze insights a feel and reminds your touch.

For those mildest hugs cleanse my core off its settled dust.

I Remember that walk about the empty road,

And twiddle of thumbs while embracing our arms.

Our euphonic whispers memoired the mute verses of love.

And novelty of which strikes a beat alike a craven dusk.

I remember the kiss on your flaccid cheek.

For it was a momentus gift to my frozen lips.

For some moment were plagued with loathsome lone,

But the winds have changed, the dark clouds have gone.

The seventh heaven seems down, to the feet of our love.

Imprinting our steps over the beach of life, is all that's left.

The feathers shall fly, all daggers drawn shall meet the sun.

The world will envy the twine paired rose, petals of which shadow you and I !

The mole of dreams have met their fate,

The morn of the blurred future has thus arrived.

For now I sense your lips moistening  mine,

And the coze of your arms, amidst this alluring time.

The warmth of your crust ignites a humble shake,

And the aural eyes enslave the soul and wrench it tight.

The night has unraveled the missing blend,

For the courtyards that wait us with fragrant jasmine twigs.

Leash me to your beats, for a moment I feel you.

Cage me, somewhere deep in your arms,

For I’ve no where to go, With no cynic stream to flow.

Your love is my blood, Your love is all I know.
                                                                                                        
                                                                                                       -Rukshan Ur Rahman