Surprised

So the day, the day by its own way,
Urged me to recite what minds say.
Rendering an act, no drama, no play,
Purely realism, the deed of hearts. The
Ranging gifts, the dolls, the jean, the cards, the cake,
In the lawn with lights, friends besides awake, to
Say the wishes for the day. Its eve its
Ending after a while, got stormed away.

- Julien

Gangtok

A marvelous journey for me, not least,
To the far-far land of the Indian East.
I went thither on job, not for joy.
Geared up merely to the given task, I was.
The travel, I’ll name it “Talent Quest”
And we are the three, the team, the best.

I have to contrive an expression to explicate
The serene beaut of the Himalayas.
The calmness the peace the place they bring
Along the gentle breeze that drawn close.
Diamonds flew from the heaven and hit
The ground so hard and be called rain.

The foggy day, an indistinct vision and
Dampness spread across those streets.
I could see neither sky nor even a meter high,
The trees, the valley are forbidden by.
The pleasance of the company, friend and chauffer
Boosted the thought, no matter what.

The pouring adamants did not stop then
The people of the place, waited for them.
Grouped our self when that action was on
After dawn, the rain declared won.
Everyday we witnessed the heavy rain.
Despite..! Our spirits stayed on forever.

- Julien

The Ring

I bought a beautiful ring to present
And only the strong can stand up to thee.
I struggled hard to be your dearest, but
could not hail my victory, the never conquered battle.
Neither has I, fought well nor adored thee.
But I shall never restrain me from loving thee.

A week, a day, an hour, at least a minute, the
Caesar needs to spend with thee. To utter his
Holy wishes..! Wishes that are holy, to make it.
Like Achilles found the Briseïs, have I found thee?
Am Restless, yes restless I am, to evince this to thee.

- Julien

Turn on

We always wondered what’s the secret behind,
The inner mystery of that living form.
Revealing not though, but they do.
The act turns on and makes gentlemen woo.
They had never expressed what is wanted,
Our minds are not freaked rather haunted.

Like an art, He saw in the garden of love,
The waving crest, curled over the beauty crown,
Heads down through the front the camber.
The curves and nerves tinged his mood
The senses that flew, brother winged and stood.
Proactive ness!!! Yes. He readied food.

As he neared the heavenly lane,
Swapping the emotions. No sin. No blame.
The drive had then, turned on to tweet,
To explore the core and unleash the heat.
It’s early to dawn and can’t hear the cock,
Rightly to say, felt the ticking inner-clock.

Swung his waist to and fro and
Feeling the dampness, outside and in.
All his strengths that he ever had
Proved the world he is a stronger lad.
The end of act, the final stage
In his life, this would be an interesting page.

- Julien