Writer's Love

Oh he will rhyme you by his pen, Be it your hair or face, it will be a gem, Your aroma will be his coffee, your smile will he dope in every page. You will be his ink that he will stain on every heart, 
with his words will he describe you like an immortal piece of art.

Your sound will be his music, your words lyrics,
your movement will be beats, making his heart dance every morning.
Beautiful you will be in those minds that read his pen,
for your love will make him better without itch and pain.
You might leave him someday, when things might not work so well.
He would then write you with blood, 
imprinting every page with his scars and pain, 
darkness with him or demons within will find a role to play.
Be it a storm, or rain, birds or brain everything will remind him about you 
and this way he while describing these will he still describe you. 
Moonlight will be your face, tides will become hairs, 
this way the world will see the unknown beauty nature presents. 
Be it destruction or birth, or a grave within earth, 
be it a storm or breeze or rustling of leaves, 
murmur of water or ominous forest cries, 
everything will remind him about your light and that shine,
your expressive eyes, peace within, 
your kiss erupting like a volcano, living within,
his loss sight and mute ears dumb tongue and numb brain, 
but a beating heart that still hopes to get in tune with yours again. 
A look of your eyes can make him work again, 
but till then with metaphors hiding his pain
and making you immortal in million hearts will he write
poetry and songs on nature or about you,
his love for you won’t let you die, true is it not that writers love never die....:)

The Puzzle Maker

Touch of Love

A room devoid of light,

Somewhere inside the beating heart.

 A mystery unknown that mind,

That sometimes goes numb and dark.

 A face devoid of expression,

Somewhere fearing the movement of muscle.

A life stands so surprised,

That it lets go consciousness for a while.

A moment more precious than life,

 That strips the soul naked without force.

 Like A rose that touched the warrior,

 Made him leave his arms and become the saviour.

And a soul touched with love,

Finds untraceable light inside that room of heart,

Alone at start, empty and dark,

Finds someone to light the way along.