You don't wanna mess up your artwork

That is my kind of love-making. 

Treating her body as a canvas, 

selecting all colours very carefully, 

paying special attention to all the shades the canvas will be subjected to; keep the brush strokes gentle where and when necessary. 

But do give up the delicacy from time to time. 

And when the artwork begins to take form, 

complement it with some tongue-work. Be consistent. Be involved with your masterpiece. 

You do not wanna mess up your artwork, for this is the one which looks best when wet. 

Being a common man.

Since last two years, I have been experiencing a severe poet's block (my variant for writer's block) and that is why I couldn't come up with any new poems. However, I believe that some events or incidents really inspire a person to express. Similarly, a great movie named The Pursuit of Happyness persuaded me to pen few words about the life of a common man, as it was brilliantly depicted by Will Smith. 

A common man always struggle not for himself but, for the people he values the most. A common man is a father who has to feed. A common man is an husband who has to take care. A common man is an employee who has to make both ends meet. And, a common man is a loner because he leaves people and they leave him. In the end, a common man is a hero who lives for others and dies for himself. 

P.S. Being a common man, I salute all real life heroes.

Let's walk down . . . .

Lets walk down the memory lane,
Lets chase some fun and forget every pain. . . .


Lets remove every doubt and every lie,
Lets cuddle each other, please don't deny. . . .


Lets dance endlessly into this night,
With sparkling stars as our guests and moon be the spotlight. . . .


Let me hold you close and look in your beautiful eyes,
I want your eternal loving for my entire life. . . .


Let me bow before you and ask with pride,
You're my ideal girl, will you be my Bride?

Ground beneath her feet

(N.B: After listening an outstanding number sung by U2 named "Ground beneath her feet" i was totally moved by the charm of it and decided to pen a poem with the same title. It's an inspiration not plagiarism!)

Her beautiful face struck through my heart,
And her smile made me feel,
To just prostrate on,
The Ground beneath her feet...

She entered my life like a divine being,
A beauty nowhere else to be seen,
The unforgettable moments i still hold in my memory,
When i saw her for the first time; in sheen...

Her melodious voice harmonized my heartbeat,
And rhythmic pattern of words so sweet,
Just compelled me to be,
The one who prostrate on the "Ground beneath her Feet"