(13 Oct / Sainkul, Anandapur, Odisha, India)

Moments Of Ecstasy 1

What made you
Rush into the room,
Almost during a mid-day?
Whilst we had always been close,
Physically woven into one-
On that great Valentines Day!

Did you smell anything odd
That might pass
Between these souls at bay?
While I was with these three
The fire was flooded with airy moods
Dipped in a fluid of agony, a ray! !

There was fire
Flowing through the veins,
There was a breeze
Blowing below the loins,
There was a music
Heard by our hearts,
There was a lyric
Sung by our moist lips,
There was a season
With colours of the Rainbow,
There was a reason
Bringing our voices low.
Time failed to exist-
Still was the air,
All that we felt
The need to love and care.

by Subhas Chandra Chakra

Comments (5)

There was fire Flowing through the veins, There was a breeze Blowing below the loins, There was a music Heard by our hearts, There was a lyric Sung by our moist lips, There was a season With colours of the Rainbow, There was a reason Bringing our voices low. Time failed to exist- Still was the air, All that we felt The need to love and care.sir it was a lovely poem.thanks for shairing....10++++
There was fire Flowing through the veins, There was a breeze Blowing below the loins, There was a music Heard by our hearts, There was a lyric Sung by our moist lips, wow, Highly erotic with a nice poetic touch. Thanks Subhas For the poem.
Woven into one! ! Thanks for sharing this lovely poem with us.
There was fire Flowing through the veins, There was a breeze Blowing below the loins, There was a music Heard by our hearts, There was a lyric Sung by our moist lips, There was a season With colours of the Rainbow, There was a reason Bringing our voices low. Time failed to exist- Still was the air, All that we felt The need to love and care. You have expressed everything in details about all the happenings between you two. Felt erotic and excited to read the series if you continue it. Please sir. Make it happen for a fan of yours.
It is about the day of our first conjugation on the eve of the Valentine's day. I had promised her that day to record every moment of that ecstasy through poems. But Ours conjugal life was stalled by the wish of God, half way, for the next life. I feel like reading these lines to my beloved Seema, through you, If you don't mind at all. Subhas