Love|Lust

A constant argument

A constant discussion

A constant conversation

between me and my conscience

is always in continuation.

Somewhere behind my ears

in deep folds under brain

causing hard;impounding; infuriating pain.

In the courtroom of my heart and brain

Lust argues- What is it that you feel

When in view is she without worldly veils

what is it when she is raw and ready under sheets?

It's lust! It's lust! It's lust

that you feel and pleasure is what u solely seek!

Oh! NO! NO! shouts Love and speaks-

If you had no sense of feel and no sense of sight

would have u left her?

and stayed happily

with all your might?

No if your answer is

it's only love's bliss

It's the blessing of almighty and cupid's kiss

It's love and Love

and only love

for that lovely miss!

©Rahul Singh

Classroom Love..

this one is the second edition of
 "In the Class"
a poem written on a classroom crush..
hope you guys and girls enjoy it...

With the first lecture it begins

The strong bond that I feel

Between me and she,

it lies,

the relationship between the parched land

and monsoon skies

The dark eyes,

holds deep within

the 1 way street

to paradise

With lunch break

I crave, to lose myself to be in paradise

The way snowflakes descend from heaven

to savage the earth

is the way her feet

touches the earth

when from the class

to hostel she walks..

The blooming of the petals

Of the rarest flower

is nothing when compared

To her smiles enchanting power

Rarely do i get close enough

but even a single instant

suffices the proximity

by descending my eyelids

and relishing the waft of intimacy

Someday she'll come to know

or maybe she'll never

but what will that lead to?

will I get her youth to savour?

Answers unknown

to these questions unsure..

but she will be the reason

behind my belief and faith..

of me being sure..
Sure that in her lies my solace

in her dwells my pleasures
in her resides the reason I smile,

a smile that penetrates all my layers..

 ©Rahul Singh