Stolen moments..

Stolen moments, make u steal a smile,

In the crowd of loneliness,

that moment accompanies for miles.

A moment stolen, to be a bad child,

To steal from mom’s closet,

A cookie saved for evening,

Just for a taste as mild.

A stolen moment to wink,

at the girl on next bench.

When teacher scolds,

With teeth tight clenched.

A moment stolen to puff out smoke,

on backyard of the house.

To be grown up as a kid.

The tender feeling of a man to arouse.

A moment stolen,

To close your eyes.

When boredom speaks in class,

To kiss your love through your eyes.

A moment stolen,

To think of your career.

When on field with friends,

Playing with no fear.

A moment stolen in the crowd,

to hold her by your side.

And then not look her into the eye,

When she stares from inches beside.

A moment stolen,

To kiss the first kiss again.

Drenched in that wish,

Caught in the office cabin.

A moment stolen,

To think of these moments.

Is a new life stolen,

Filled with these moments.

                                          ...Shiv.

Born again....

Warm toe jerked rolling chair smirked.

Dead brown veins pleading the wicked cornea.

Crisp weeds, prick the soles.

That winter there had never felt,

Warmth of a pounding heart.

Silhouettes with wine glasses,

Clattering along carpals.

Staring askance at me.

Clattering to the tunes,

of the hotel of eagles’

chill whispering grievously,

with a venomous breath.

One finger finding other in vain,

For a moment of warmth.

Whizzed past, a grim faced cart.

Towing a carriage of shrieking shadows.

Feet Stumbled faster,

For a bite of sun, a prick of meadows

Ducked head in the hollow,

hollow void of beats.

Ran with a belching spine,

Reaching for a carnal home.

After miles of silent chase,

Felt crimson shine on a toe.

Climbed the edge of hill,

And dove into the valley so mellow.

Stretched my shoulders in rejoice,

Felt red filling in veins.

Heart yelped out of chest,

I am being born again.

                                      ...Shiv