Across the nations, over the sea
People unite in agony
Fighting for survival
In all that they see
Break the walls down of poverty
United we stand, banners fly
Protestors are left high and dry
Poverty the birthplace for vexation
Can’t blame the poor souls
They are drowning in deep depression
The fight goes on and on
As Ngo’s and Governments
Answer the phone
Do we see a solution at sight?
Or is poverty soaring as high as a kite.

I was at work when suddenly dark clouds covered the big blue sky. I was freezing as the temperature in my bay dropped to almost 19 degree. The climate forced me to draw out my note pad. Thankfully, it was lunch time in Europe and I had sometime on my hand. I walked out and sat on the stairway looking out the window I began to write...

“The scent of Love, its profound meaning
I saw it in you, as I rested for a while
Your breath on my neck and the warmth of your kiss
Took me by surprise – a sinful bliss
Don’t ask me why
Don’t ask me how
We always end up together somewhere somehow
I search my heart for some old memories
I am not surprised to see, they are now just some old can of cherries”.

The sky was so dark and the wind was blowing hard when, suddenly the skies opened and it began to pour down heavily. The climate was so romantic and sadly I was at work. All I could do to enjoy this climate was to put my imagination to some good use. I chuckled for some reason and started to pen down my next set of lines...

“I stand there in the balcony, facing the sea.
Waiting for you to gently come and hug me
Whisper in my ears, sweetie here’s your cup of tea
I turn to you and you say - the night looks naughty indeed
The touch of your hand
Triggers an unusual feeling with in me
Honey, I enjoy every moment you spend with me”.

Well well well, what do you know; it was time for me to go. I had a few calls to make and I wanted to keep the flow alive. Quickly, I shifted to my "work mode" and made those calls. Had a few good conversations and it was time for me to go. For some weird reason even before I completed the poem I knew it would be my favorite piece of work. I was home and climate was still lovely. I read through what I wrote and started to continue regaining the flow I wrote...

“Slowly, together we move to the couch
When suddenly I scream – OUCH!
You sat on my finger I laughed out loud
Sssshhh… the night’s fresh and there’s no crowd
I saw you chuckle as you uttered those blissful words out
I saw your eyes shine bright
I just couldn’t ignore your sight”.

I was getting in to the mood and suddenly my cell phone rings. “Hello…Oh hi, what’s up?” I end up having a long conversation with one of my close friend. Chit chatting late in to the night, I love having such conversations it’s always fun. Now, come on am sure y’all would agree with me on this one. Anyways, it was at this time I thought of rendering this poem in a different way and as I ended the conversation I went back in to working on my little master piece... (chuckle)

“We laid there watching the world go by
Am I testing your patience sweet sugar – Oh my!
The things you do, I’d love to see
Baby you never fail to amuse me
Holding your hands I say this to you
Some of my dreams I wish to share with you”.

It was late night. I went online, caught up with my ‘late night crawlers’, visiting my orkut pages, having some pleasant chat, drinking little wine and working on my poem. Oh, yeah!! I was still in the flow. I have written a lot of love/romantic poems in the past but, with this one I wanted to project the whole thing in a BOLD way, heat things up a bit and show some maturity in my writing style. I start imagining again, and I began to jot down a few lines...

“Take me in to a province that’s just ours
Where we can while away time and spend hours
Holding me in your arms – making love
Sweet talking all day all night long
I rested my head on your chest
I can hear your heartbeat, I feel your sweat
I raise my head to look in to your lovely eyes
Honey, let’s just become victims of the night
Making new memories – Lets delight
Thousand kisses with little fights”.

I was totally charged up all excited about this poem. I knew it was special for me and I wanted to post it on the 1st of June. Just so it could be the first poem of this month. So, here I am working on the last portion watching the match the final of the IPL, trying to keep my cool and my sense of imagination alive but, the intensity of the match is getting me all worked up,praying hard on the inside for Chennai to win the match and closing my eyes to picture the scene for me to start writing again...

“To lay there with him to watch him smile
His sweet smell of scent takes me miles
I love it when he puts his arms around me
And secures me tight

The night feels so complete when your right here by my side”.

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