Rana De

Under the skies, between those spaces lies the star with whose warmth shines my day.

The demeanor of my world is the envy of many.

Tangled within the colours of life

she calls me to treat her strife

to lead to a tranquil space

within the boundaries of dissonance and consonance

#poetry #lovelife

Your beauty flows through my horny heart.

Stony and filled with drought, you fill it with the Nile, and no resistance can stop you.

The harmones act like fishes gushing through my veins, rippling endless waves of emotions.

Calmness on the surface, wild inside, you navigate like innocuous.

Beyond her fear, she steps into the world.

Braving each day, lay the lost part to rest.

Bid bon voyage to the dream, be alive with conscious living.

~ Rana De

My hands and heart seek to contain.

No heart is big enough for her inundation, she spills into streams to form beautiful cascades of my life.

~ Rana De

She's gold on fire, moulding into a new ornament incessantly.

The impetus for my tenacity. The euphoria is to seek about you at every instance.

Your ability to draw curves when lines are expected makes you peculiar to die for.

Love your curves and calves.

You're my reason to contemplate and ruminate.

What's my joy without you?

What's my pain without you?

What's my life without you?

Harmones don't let me be in harmony, yet your art is admired.

Eyes only revels the secrets, hands embrace the craft.

World will know your secrets but am blessed with lips and tongue to have travelled places.

Through the calves to the caves, you cheer my name.

Bestowed in your grace, my heart is endowed, elevated and endue.

All women aren't the same

All have beautiful bosoms, what difference you find is their beautiful minds.

All we need is to find one who will trigger the mind even without the cleavage,

All of them have the cleaves anyways.

All I've found is my smart sea goat who keeps my nights mellow, and the days luscious.

- Rana De

As days go wandering in my mind, the timeless feeling of solitude without her touch and warmth of love turns my hands cold as the glaciers.

Her: Just make those curves straight.

Me: Well, I'll just make them disappear.