Pure Love

 Pure Love

Sometimes in my heart a feeling of storm emerge

As I flip through the pages of fiction novel

Love takes  couples to a higher planes

Reach the crescendo of lust.

A simple handshake, soft brushes of touch, deep penetrative eyes describe endless love..

Does that love really exist?

Sometimes in my heart a feeling of storm emerge

When my eyes rest upon a movie scene where couple strive hard to make their marriage work

There is always a villain who is the cause of their rift 

Couple influenced, selfish, lacks pure trust

Does that love really exist.

I look around me, try to figure out what turns them on.

Everybody is looking for something 

there is always expectation, disappointment, stress.

Love changes it's meaning with the change of clock

Young seek lust, adult satisfied sex, for senior it's just attitude, care, concern

In sickness and in health.

Sometimes in my heart a feeling of storm emerge

If you live in your own island, away from external world, there exist only one love..

love for self.

Dreams

 Prompt 13. Uncanny/fear

@ampat @sunitasing

Dreams

They seem so real, instill fear

Uncanny most of the time

I awake with sudden jerk

Body so warm that I could cook a meal

With beads of water on my forehead.

I float in air

Across seven seas but search

For passport, forgot at home

The immigrate officer won't let me pass

 without valid visa

I cry, I implore, stuck in strange land

Admidst baren fields, 

Wild animals everywhere

But can't find the route back home

At 60, I am stuck in examination hall

Solving the papers cramped in teens

Forgot my lines 

Attempted to cheat

Caught red handed on my knees

Collecting the answers spread on sheets

Guilty, humiliated, slowly lifted my eyes blinded by my child's burning glare

One day I almost died, still hooked to beeping gadgets

The nurse tried to make a call

To inform my family of my demise

Soon my bed was surrounded by people

Around my bed, 

Some on shelves, 

Others on ceiling of the room

Man in black coat read my will

Everything was donated to a private trust.

Suddenly a silence, 

Everybody disappeared, 

There was no one around to cover my till.

Dreams

Seem so real

Uncanny most times

But instill fear 

I wake up always with sudden jerk.