It's snowing all over here

It’s snowing all over here

It is snowing all over here,
Like a bare bed down the moonlit skies
At the short hours of the night, I lie,
And upon me they go on tapping;
the little drops of your snowy skin.

It’s snowing here all over me again,
As if you do, when we are out loving.
It’s great that they come again,
Leaving the grounds of my senses bare.

I get my senses up when they get by my skin.
Away I go, again I come, away I go again.
Our days are different but for their makes.
Know, love, ‘we go like these falling drops’

Come, fall upon and shatter into dribbles of love.
Let’s get abandoned ourselves deep in our move.
These times, unlike other times, are faster, dear.
And the day is about to break; come, let’s shatter.

It’s snowing and my mind is going free.
A beautiful melody I hear in between.
Is it the reveling of that dribbling spree?
Or of that fight which I get thinking of thee?

WISH (U)

WISH’U’

Let me be a little more I am
In this lovely morning one
As flowers, fruits, flames and fumes,
……. divine forms and ‘figurines’ ….
A vision of wealth and affluence, make.

Let me be like a flowering branch
Yellow, green, buds and ‘blowns’.
Be a babe beneath the shade, try and reach,
..….your smiles and those ‘milds’….
its frames as our love wish-like blows.

While we find our fortunes reflect on them
Are not flowers the musings of Gods?
When we stay thus with oodles of prayers,
…..their echo, sound and repeat…..
Let me, let me be a little more I am.