~::~ Mooney Fantasies ~::~

~::~ Mooney Fantasies ~::~

I sat there waiting by the moon

Dreaming a dream that makes me swoon

Of soft satin sheets and fluffy pillows

A chill through veins when the wind bellows

Cuddling close to feel warm

As I lay there in your arms

Souls entwined like knotted twine

Lost in our love so divine

Fingers gently contouring a trace

As I stare into your tranquil face

Dreamy eyed you gaze at me

Skipping a beat my heart’s a’flee

A gentle touch inflames my cheek

Poof! Goes my sanity at peak

Your caresses sending down shivers

My voice lost in raspy whispers

As strong arms encircle my waist

Goosebumps stir up, passion interlaced

Butterfly touches, fiery kisses

Silken lips and passionate hisses

Crumpled sheets with love so pure

As if an addiction without a cure

Yes I’m lost in the dream that makes me swoon

Sitting there glossy eyed staring at the moon

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Pic Courtesy – taken from DeviantArt

~::~ Here I Lay ~::~

~::~ Here I Lay ~::~

Here I lay

Gaping at the stars

Wondering where they play 

In this vast expanse

Here I lay

Wondering what to do 

Should I play? 

Or work harder than I should

Here I lay 

In dungeons of fiery hell

Pondering in dismay 

Distraught, fighting my own quell

Here I lay 

In hope of a better tomorrow

Destiny led astray

Buried six feet in sorrow

Here I lay

 In shadows deep and dark

Rotting in decay

Searching for a sole faint spark

Here I lay

Incarcerated in an iron fence

In misery I flay

Questioning my very existence

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~::~ Ripples of Life ~::~

After a long long time, yes seems like I could squeeze in an awful lot of fairytales in the meantime, I have returned back to my Blog.

Its depressing to see that I – who once wrote 3-4 poems a day, am barely able to write 1 in 3-4 months.

I wonder if its Age catching up or is it just a mental block!!

Nonetheless I hope and pray I get some more creative urges to pen down more poems 😦

While for now I leave you with this freeverse 🙂

~::~ Ripples of Life  ~::~ 

Tangerine hued skies, silent zephyr

O’er the icy cool waters, a lonely boat stirs

As he set off baiting fish for a living

Daily chore he must do unfailing   

 

The lake seems calm but inner turmoil persists

The ache on his back which he tries to resist

A trickle of sweat adorns his brows

Yet everyday he must be on his toes

 

Incessant rowing makes his elbows creak

Creases of skin adorn his wheatish frail physique

Mellowed down eyes, with darkness of hell

Of years gone by, he himself couldn’t tell

 

A meagre few he gathered after a hard day’s toil

Tomorrow he shall return without as much a roil

A nightingale croons her sweet song at a distance

He’s heard them & seen a million setting suns

 

Time to wrap up & leave for the warmth of his home

He sauntered back as the sky turned monochrome

A simple dinner, diet of subsistence

Yet he slept with content of heavenly existence

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