Come into her life!

Come into her life!

Come into her life, dear.
Come into her life.
Your mistress wants to melt in your arms.
Your mistress wants to brood over trivial issues.
Sob over the bitchy conversations of the maids
That she has overheard.
She wants to show to the world
The persona that she celebrates
Through her poems.
She wants to bask in the glory of her choice.

Come into her life, dear.
Come into her life.
Your mistress is waiting for you.
Take her with you,
Not to Utopia,
But the real, bad world;
So that she doesnot become Chinese crockery.
Love her as much as you can,
Till fate coughs a curse,
In the middle of things.
Leave her, unwillingly, among cries
So that she loves you,
Although she wants to hate you;
So that she refuses the desire
To assimilate her self into you.
And sketches her pain
Through her poems,
And basks in the glory of her creativity.

Do come into her life, dear.
Do come into her life.
She needs you to reach destinations.
Come amidst sorrow;
When she needs you the most,
So that your value in her life is retained;
So that she sinks in your arms as soon as she sees you;
So that she enjoys each and every moment
That she has pined for, all this while.

Come into her life, dear.
Come into her life.
Your mistress is waiting for you.
Come soon, come soon,
So that she immortalizes you and your love;
And gifts you with moments of eternity.

-preyasi

I love thee…

Thou holdeth those eyes,
That holdeth lot of mercy.
A whore finds dignity,
A peasant gets sympathy.

Thou holdeth such eyes,
That holdeth pious horizons.
No drowning, no sinking,
There’s only solitude.

I holdeth searching eyes,
That pine for honesty,
That craves for a knot of love and passion,
I find it in eyes like thine.

Thou tell me I embarrass thee,
By looking in those humanly eyes,
Thy greatness lies in thy humility,
That is why, I love thee!

-preyasi