The Sweet Taste of Love - Poem

Sun peeking behind the mountain,
Valley started to glow,
Chillness slowly dying,
People happy to know,
Street busy with usual faces,
As daily goes,
All running to work,
Why Bus giving horn,
Seems a bus, blocked the road,
All waiting behind,
Praying bus to go.

Eyes caught a rose,

Standing near the bus,
Tall, fair face, carrying mild smile,
Long dark hair, killing big predator eyes,
Wearing pant and shirt,
Looking more than surprise,
Black anklet, tied on left,
A leather purse, holding fair hands,
Elegant neck, hiding under  golden chain,
Covered, arresting glamour,
Under the bright sun,
Her walk inviting,
 Many thunderstorm,
Bead bracelet,
Around her soft wrist,
Came as breeze ,
Disappeared like a sweet dream,
Eyes finding around,
But where was she,
Thought for a moment,
Really, was a dream.

The Red Rose

Whole day, she was in my head,

like in front of me,
 Eyes could touch,
Hands could feel
Once again wanted to see,
Next morning sounded years,
So closed my eyes,
To meet in dream.

Next morning arrived,
Eyes waiting for clue,
Every known face spotted,
But no sign of rose,
Ears heard whisper in breeze,
The breeze as yesterday arrived,
Eyes got worm,
Saw she coming with friends,
Mild breeze blowing,
Playing with her long hair,
Saw, on ear, something, whispered the breeze,
In heart  an arrow stuck,
when pointed the predator eyes,
She came like perfume,
held longer in sight,
I was happy,
saw in her eyes,
Like diving from height.

The Predator Eyes

Whole day went blissful,

Like found golden mine,
Eyes wanted to taste,
One more time,
So closed eyes,
Heard again, her musical laugh,
But long black hair why covered the Moon,
Oh dear breeze do something here,
Suddenly wind sounded like sea shore,
Turned around saw long trees bending down,
Cold Himalayan wind had invaded there,
Flying long hair, her rosy cheeks,
But stepping fast,
Eyes followed behind, but couldn’t catch,
Forgot her smile on my face,
Oh, felt something shaking,
Saw golden Sunbeam,
Sitting beside waking me up.

Waiting for Her

Excitement woke up, to meet her again,

Thirsty  were eyes,  to see her again,

Standing at same spot,

Where met our eyes,

Single second was years,

Or clock hand got stuck,

Saw naughty breeze playing with trees,

Turned my eyes,

Saw princess approaching there,

In stunning orange long kurti, in fascinating blue jean,

Carrying innocent smile, long legs moving,

Brought back fresh water of stream, 

Her beautiful curves and gorgeous shapes,

Her perfume persuading , 

Arresting refined arms, 

Got taken, when eyes collided,

On shoulder falling long black hair,

Got stunned when saw,

Behind ear tucking hair,

Golden hoop dancing there,

Ears eager to taste her voice,

Got surprised, saw master black brush stroke,

When looked her brows,

Really first time heard, talking eyes,

Her heart reminded flowers in bloom 

seemed master piece of artist, got alive,

Well crafted her waist,

She looked me, touched me and gave me wide smile,

Eyes not ready to go off,

Helpless maroon scarf to hid this golden treasure

Felt like Moth,

Candle flame was she like,

For a moment I wanted to die.

Whole day was excitement,

Nature dancing with me,

Heard, it was normal, 

 happens in love.

Arvind Kumar        

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