A Fireplace Romance

 

A winter night at your place

When the snow is falling like rain

Let's become shenanigans of love

Beneath the disordered clocks

Finding the warmth in

A bed of roses for fireplace fantasies

And for decadent dreams in silence

Two glasses of red wine awaiting

With slow music to set the mood for the night

You're the star of the night in red attire

While we face the sprawling fire

Like the orange clouds during a sunset

I will read your favourite books aloud

While you lay on my chest, listening

Be kind with your touches and kisses

I will be gentle with my playful hands

I want to be the sculptor finishing

The curves of your body with my touches

It's the night I've been waiting for a while

To be in your arms and forget the world

Let's share the venom of our last first kiss

On your peach lips with passion

Lead me for kisses all over you

Let's make love for one last time

Let's play all your fantasies until we last

And our thirst for lust gets quenched

Let's seal the moment in our hearts

We don't know if we will ever see a fireplace

Again together!

This poem is based on the word prompts from twitter #moonmystic #2WordPrompt #loveletters #vssdaily #FlexVSS #atreyasverse #WIPWordSearch #wordsoupdaily #sensualscribbles #TalesNoir #1LineWed Image from Unsplash

A Blue Lake of Love

A blue lake of love 

Looks surreal with green backdrop 

The thistle flowers dance with wind 

While flora find the vibes of romance

Let's sail our boat of crush and flirt 

And see how far we can go with wind

I'll try to win your heart, you try to stop

I'll lose in your eyes, you try to evade it 

I'll steal your smiles, you try blankface

I'll glorify your beauty, you try not to fall

You don't have to try anything for me 

I've already fallen in dreams about you 

We can send our poetries into the sky 

Let the wind take them to new shores

While you decide the fate of our future

This poem is based on word prompts from #inkMine. Image from Unsplash.

Another Life?

 

The tales of second life 

With impeccable memory of the past 

Often get the curious media coverage 

I wonder if it is a mental ability to know 

About the life of another person in detail

Is it a sheer coincidence of guess getting a match?

Many a day I tried to recollect my past life

Imagined me in different eras and countries

I think  I never had a previous life

I do not think I will have another life 

I never tried the virtual second life 

Nor I will try the metaverse 

If I have another life 

I would love to be a nomad 

I would love to travel and write 

The stories that are beyond me now

I hope I won't go through another love

I hope I won't go through another breakup 

I want to be a wanderer in search of glimpses 

Of  the sceneries that are surreal in the world 

And experience the life of being a human  in that modern era 

But I fear, I might end up in a colony on Mars or some other planet 

As a cyborg, clone, zombie, humanoid, or unknown species of that era

With artificial intelligence, life-enabling gadgets  self-healing and regeneration 

Living among sceneries and experiences beyond my imagination right now 

May be amidst a war with the aliens or the evolved human species'

Without ever experiencing the natural wonders that our earth offer 

This poem is a continuation of the thoughts about life, death, and life after death related to my recent poems in this blog.  Image from Unsplash. Thank you :)  The previous poems in this series are My Final Day On Earth and  What After The Death  . 

What After The Death?

 

Another death 

Another poignant family 

What dreams may have died?

The moment after the last breath 

What will happen to life?

Where will it go?

Afterlife

It sounds like a hope

Is there really another life to live?

From the moment of leaving the body

The soul may wander around 

Will it meet other souls?

I've seen the last breath of my dad 

I've seen him in my dreams and nightmares 

I wonder where he is right now in this universe!

There are those who proclaim that it's their second life 

They tell about the incidents from their old life

Some even find their old families!

Is there hell and heaven?

 It sounds like two magical worlds

Do we get to live another long life there?  

What is the purpose of this life, if it is meant only to be short?

Has God lined up other tasks for us after the death?

Why does he leave our dreams unfinished?

I wonder if I will get another life

As a microbe, plant, animal, human or even an alien!

It is a mystery similar to how this world popped up from nowhere!

This is based on remnants from a discussion I had with my ex-girlfriend about death, afterlife, soul etc during a holy month. Image is taken from Unsplash. Thanks :)  My Final Day On Earth is the previous poem and  Another Life? is the next poem in this series. 

My Final Day On Earth

 

One final day on this earth is special 

I'll visit a church or temple to pray 

Maybe a bribe to get a ticket to heaven

It's a relief for my broken and lonely heart 

No more battles to fight to survive another day 

No more worries to live through the pain 

I'll try to see the sunrise that I rarely see

I'll tell the sun to be gentle on me that day

I'll walk through the park for one last walk

I'll let the shower be my last rainfall 

And the crushed ice be my last snow 

I'll throw stones in a nearby stream 

I'll write poems from my sweet memories

I'll write an obituary for myself and send 

It to a digital newspaper for publishing 

I don't have many people to meet or call

I'll rather leave short goodbye messages 

With the hope of meeting again somewhere 

I'll hail a taxi and travel around for a while

To see the places I love, near where I live 

To bid adieu to the long walks I used to have

I'll spend some time in my vegetable garden

I'll water my plants and treat them with manure

I'll request someone to look after my garden 

I'll throw away the medicines that control me

And try to sleep on my own for seeing dreams

I'll try to wake up to the nightmares of my past

If there is a beach nearby, I will go there 

Walk on the sands and play with the waves

I hope I would last until the glorious sunset

If not, I will go to a hill for a final trek 

To breathe the misty air from the trees 

And embrace the clouds on the grass

I would cook myself a spicy last dinner 

With a dessert, I loved from my childhood

And one last toast to myself with a wine 

I hope I will see my loved ones waiting for me

Like my grandfather saw his, in the death bed 

I'll go with them without any regrets and sorrow

This poem is based on #journalingprompt 'What would you do if you knew you had one day left to live?' The next poems in this series are What After Death? and  Another Life? .