"SheenToxication"

The days I started learning the aspects of life, on a way to the responsive person in creation. It isn’t a one day process, albeit, it takes years to reach the climax. You linger for the ideal person with desires calmly residing in your heart. Years pass by, so do the person? It isn’t easy to carry forward the pictures you desire for, though it is the attraction you have for the person that acts like opposite poles, someday somehow congregating towards each other. Sometimes its just matter of choices or the path you chose that is essential to make the learning process followed in the nature which took years for assemblage. May be its good enough to surpass everything and give a new start, harnessing the true happiness that has been waiting since years which you need to consolidate together.

Hiatus of 8 years with bonjour period in between,

I might not be using the helping verb am “Sheen”

All of a sudden ploy with gnarly steps in it,

But the paradox passion resembled into a single fit!

More of an excitement than anything else it was,

Prayers of determination with no effect of “backwash”

Ugliest may sound the situation I presented myself with,

With some awkward dress code that was really a myth

Nothing bothered me than a greeting from you,

These people in the world are very few!

Unplanned bestow of everything seen,

Long established king waiting for the queen

Glimpse of the smiling face inherent inside,

Boozing and quaffing with you I had to abide

There exist the intangible things rare to find,

Its matter of choices and perception you have to ride

Feeling the tangibility with the blossoms of bouquet,

Mesmerising myself in the depth of the heaven bay

Swaying on the floor holding the holy hands,

Love the long haired beauty without the bands

Situation of prolonged ecstasy inmost kindling,

The defunct glum soon keep on dwindling

Long waited long drive with Sheentoxicated “Bugal”,

Stairway to “Daffodils” blooming with lull chorale

Late night powwow in a state of 104,

Reminding me of the “Bangalee hums” choir

Morning tea, baked bread with rain I see through the facade,

Clicking the Spanish beauty with the pigeon squad

Adieu from you is such a moment of time sojourn,

Quality time fetching the state of healthy yearn