My open-ended love affair

[osho]

As a baby I had a youthful dream
My limbs have not stiffened yet
My mind was still docile
But my desires were piquant
I secretly thought about you
Your luscious lips and chubby cheeks
Your dangling hair and your tuneful voice
My mind always leapt up to kiss you defying my littleness
For love and the fire of desire knows no bounds
You were somebody in different forms
Sometime you as a child and again as a ripened youth
You watered my mouth and flamed my desire
Haunting me everywhere at play and at school
Shyness reddened my cheeks and I bit my lips with longing
A little bit of love and a little bit licentiousness
I was happy to think about you and about kissing you
But you were unapproachable
For your femininity you were distant
Your physical and positional tallness defied me
The desire in me was too powerful to be reserved
Nature has given me the gift of life and all of its endowments
Society and its codes crippled me
I wrote a hundred poems in praise of you
Some dedicated to your enticing lips
Some adoring your sparkling eyes
Even if your heavy breasts could crush me into pieces
It was always your engaging totalness
That wrapped me cozily in a dreamy world of love
Love knows no age and imagination has no boundary
Desires in its intensity never follows religions
Sin and sacredness are the aftereffects of love and longing
Silently I loved you kissed your massy swampy

Silently I sang songs of love
And wetted your massy lips through a torrent of kisses
In my thoughts and dreams
And in floods of imagination

[osho]

Delta had some hint that my poems lacked emotion and in fact I always honored her opinions and suggestions since she is a well-versed and proficient poet. I am indebted to her. I do not know how far I succeeded in that.

[Delta40]

I think you've definitely achieved emotion here Osho and with intensity. Bravo!

[osho]

I think you've definitely achieved emotion here Osho and with intensity. Bravo!

Thank you so much and I always craved that your word and this one Bravo has driven me crazy and I do not know how I will continue with this but come up with something better.


I am boundlessly thrilled.

[osho]

Feelings pent-up amidst a mass
Man looks as if stonehearted
He has forgotten to laugh
For the world is the replica of his inner-self
He is constricting within private boundaries
For there is nothing to mirror his urges
Everybody needs someone to share with
Everybody needs a riverbed to gush his emotional quotients
He can bathe the other with a bucket of passions
But he is reserving it for he knows he cannot contain the gust
That is why he is gulping his emotions
For emotion is a powerful stream
It cuts the edge and surges like an insurgent
And he is too frail to contain and flow with it

[Buh4Bee]

These two poems may go together, but I wish that you had posted this on it own thread. It would get more traffic.

This poem is so clear. I love the images of the stone heart as well as the feeling pent-up amid a mass. You so beautifully contrast the images of the quarry of emotion against the flow of the river of the emotions. If the emotions flow, what will happen the the poet and the other person involved? It seems like a great contradiction. So much to think about...very thought provoking. I liked this one very much. This is a favorite of your poems for me.

[osho]

These two poems may go together, but I wish that you had posted this on it own thread. It would get more traffic.

This poem is so clear. I love the images of the stone heart as well as the feeling pent-up amid a mass. You so beautifully contrast the images of the quarry of emotion against the flow of the river of the emotions. If the emotions flow, what will happen the the poet and the other person involved? It seems like a great contradiction. So much to think about...very thought provoking. I liked this one very much. This is a favorite of your poems for me.

Your words mean a lot to me and in fact it can help me get the most of what I am capable of in fact. You have always been a great inspirer. Thank you so much, Buh

[virginiawang]

As a baby I had a youthful dream
My limbs have not stiffened yet
My mind was still docile
But my desires were piquant
I secretly thought about you
Your luscious lips and chubby cheeks
Your dangling hair and your tuneful voice
My mind always leapt up to kiss you defying my littleness
For love and the fire of desire knows no bounds
You were somebody in different forms
Sometime you as a child and again as a ripened youth
You watered my mouth and flamed my desire
Haunting me everywhere at play and at school
Shyness reddened my cheeks and I bit my lips with longing
A little bit of love and a little bit licentiousness
I was happy to think about you and about kissing you
But you were unapproachable
For your femininity you were distant
Your physical and positional tallness defied me
The desire in me was too powerful to be reserved
Nature has given me the gift of life and all of its endowments
Society and its codes crippled me
I wrote a hundred poems in praise of you
Some dedicated to your enticing lips
Some adoring your sparkling eyes
Even if your heavy breasts could crush me into pieces
It was always your engaging totalness
That wrapped me cozily in a dreamy world of love
Love knows no age and imagination has no boundary
Desires in its intensity never follows religions
Sin and sacredness are the aftereffects of love and longing
Silently I loved you kissed your massy swampy

Silently I sang songs of love
And wetted your massy lips through a torrent of kisses
In my thoughts and dreams
And in floods of imagination

It is the most beautiful poem among all the poems I've ever read in my life, though I do not like the word love affair. It was miraculously composed.