Beloveds Oceans Apart

Regardless of it that,
we're oceans apart.
Trust me, my ducky,
across the continents,
and along the boundaries,
even today, the same wind blows.
No matter that...
we're oceans apart,
In mine and yours, heart
the same love glows..!

- Cron

Love..well, a Fashion!

Archaic tales of love and passion,
do they serve now?
Well.. Love is a fashion!
Changes as the cloths they wear,
Breaks as the papers they tear,
Indifferent Individuals,
No trickling drops of tear.

Thinking aloud philosophers die,
Poets and writers left to cry,
Lunar comparisons, and glowing flames,
Forgotten Individuals,
To think of such names.

Sharing nights and heat is the passion,
gifting and flirting; yet another fashion.
Trouble to so-called classic lovers,
Finding the places in fictions' covers,
Orthodox individuals, being laughed at,
For crying to fill those salty rivers.

-Cron

My Love For You...

My love for you..., maybe,

..am not well at expression,
or just worried of reaction.
But your love signs are carved,
at my heart's every section.

Written are the things that are finite,
your love guides me as a ray of light.
How can I express with my naivety,
how this mighty sun is bright?

Every that moment of thought you steal,
I live trances, I live crazy.
Everything apart from your love,
seems to me vividly hazy.

Come to me as a delectable surprise
and be my love's infant sunrise.
A sunrise that will last forever...
as my sight in my loving eyes.

Describing love, don't know why,
dreamers dream and lovers cry,
and sculptors model their artifacts,
As rivers meet their darling ocean,
their waves bubble and ocean reacts.
Reacts exposing his sky-wide heart.
meeting horizon spelling an art.
An art of love and rivers' devotions,
An art of flooding and rippling emotions.

The charm of you pounces on my heart,
and warmth of your lips meets my lips,
and rise of your curves touches my ribs,
Sensuous moments bringing up delight,
thanks my love, for making my ways bright.

- Cron

Do I Sound Aloof?

Do I sound aloof?
When you ask me to
write you love notes,
and I express myself in poem.
When you seek my attention,
and to me,
each of the rest becomes an alien.
When you look at me,
with timid blur in your eyes,
and I comfort you confessing nothing.
When you open your arms wide,
to feel me in your warm embrace,
and I bend to meet your lips,
Do I really sound aloof?

-Cron

My Love's Pledge

It's your language of laughter,
that spreads smiles across my face.
And showers of your playful looks,
pierce me in my every trace.

Your small spells of laughter;
the distant bells from temples.
Your Pinkish glistening cheeks,
shining and letting rest dimples.
Your fearless innocent eyes,
with dimly flickering twinkles.
Your exclamations to tiny pleasures;
resplendent smiles gift me treasures.

Embracing briskly with dalliance,
Oh, my divine ducky...
Hey, tell me if you're a glyptic illusion,
mighty enough to drive me to a frisson.
or you're a dialect of love's language,
with dialogues of you; my love's pledge.

-Cron

Your Sunrise in My Imagination

In castle of my imagination,
I see you my princess
getting up with the rays of sun,
and scratching away dreams
from your satin-lashed eyes,
and lazy twisting of your lissome waist,
makes worthwhile my sunrise.

Dew crimson with infant sun,
sees your eyes and envies you.
Lily petals in morning ponds,
starve to match your repose.
Breeze's proud kissing your cheeks
and shaking wiry strands of you.

Ah, could I prolong the moments,
morning sun spent with you.
and I thank the creator,
that made sun distant from you.
Ah, I got envious with sun,
for ever-growing scarcer you.

Let the sunshine find its blisses
in the ponds and on the dew,
and wander rest of beautiful world.
Before I realize my senses exist,
God, bless me with her warmth of kisses.

-Cron

A Tribute to My Sacred Love

It's your bondage of sacred love,
that stops me from looking aside.
It's your resonance of voice,
that keeps me from all harmonies,
It's your reminiscence of sight,
that keeps world outta my view.
It's your everlasting desires,
which keep themselves ever new.

Now the turn is of my state,
Wish, you only is all my fate.
psalms and chanting are all I say,
Wish you were mine, is all I pray.
Languidly singing pass my day,
Coz you, my master, hear me and stay.

That shoreless ocean waves me smile,
for my melodies are not so fragile,
the naked horizon envenoms the sun,
that let the shine not further run,
I now see you impressed in dusky ripples,
And no other urge further bubbles,
You, only you, is my prayer,
and this,
...A tribute to my sacred love.

-Cron

I Am A Tyro

Tending to match those coherent steps,
wanting to always be with you.
What to do, I don't know.
Alas, I say..I am a tyro.

Don't know where to have those finite pauses,
Suffering from those undone losses,
Don't stop me from learning to love,
Don't let me be lost in cove.
Maybe, am not well to know,
That's why I say, I am a tyro.

Shivering nights used to be mine,
playful smiles made me shine.
Sheen of love, flare of your sight,
All lost; no day is bright.
See me back and let love glow,
Love you forever,
though, I am a tyro.

-Cron

You, the ray of inspiration

Since the sunshine is no more,

Since the dark is lingering

leaving behind that yore,

Ain’t none to adore.

You, the ray of inspiration,

You, the hint of mystery,

You, the revitalizing love

Rebuff my pains of history.

You, entwined with my being,

You, versed in making me versed,

Desires of you splurging to have you,

Dreams of you longing to come true,

You, the heiress of my heavens

Come over to glorify my love for you.

Dreams of feeling my scent in you,

Dreams of that long-due felicity

Let them come true,

Before they die in scarcity.

- Cron

The reason should be love...

For depths of valleys echoing voices of wind resonating with stony walls,
Soft wind with stony walls, producing harmonies,
Why? The reason should be love.

Flying sparkles crackling and blending with moisture,
wet moisture with hot sparkles, producing
harmonies.
Why? The reason should be love.

Round pebbles dwindling in size with river's thrusts
Mighty pebbles with vigorous rivers, producing harmonies.
Why? The reason should be love.

Ostriches burying heads in hot sand feeling protected,
Hard-runners with dangerous claws, closing death.
Why? The reason should be love...??

...Maybe,
the reason called foolishness, the reason called naive...
If really someone leaves you naive and foolish,
The only reason should be love!

- Cron

Voice of Solitude

Don't know it's voice or a sigh
Don't know miseries sound this high
Don't see a reason why...
Solitude silently cry.

A jingle jostling through silent screams,
surviving through congested globules of memories,
surviving through melancholic air clogging the throats.
Reminiscense melt down the ears,
melencholy creeping all physical gears.
Since the moment you're unaudible,
me, longing for even hears.

Treacherous voices betray ears.
All pleasantries impersonate fears.
Ambivalence of noise and voices
making eyes splashing tears.
....

- Cron

Rustle of Spring Leaves

This rustle of spring leaves
lingers in my heart of grey cells.

Delectable noises producing magic,
turning greyer those grey cells,
trying to reconcile the sensual pleasures,
of loving memories-the tragic treasures,
thinking of those blissful laughters,
reliving the life of embodied warmth,
warmth turning even warmer,
scattering sparks through the streats
That's the real sensed sound,
that again reminds me of...
the rustle of spring leaves.

- Cron