A Sweet Lovers Quarrel.

Drifting apart,

Like the few twigs that spread away 

On a floating raft

A raft on a lazy lake

We spent our lovers' days and nights together

Lazing, loving and  searching

Searching for the divinity in our mortal love

Searching for the eternity in our fleeting desires

Gripping at the hands, groping the love

Catching the moments in our passions warm and tender

Hoping , just hoping that all this will last a lifetime

Catching the drops of sweat falling sweetly, warmly over the softness of your earlobes and then your cheeks

 Cheeks flushed with our lovemaking

Cheeks warm in our pleasures

Catching the sweet drops of sweat of our lovemaking with our tongues

Drinking the wine of love

We both clung to our parts of the floating raft

Our raft of life

Our raft of love

Life on this still lake of love was a dream

And now we are caught

In this lovers' quarrel

Each in his sphere of life

Clutching to our egos

Love is hiding there, somewhere

Beneath our bed's crumpled, heady smelling, sheets

Love is residing somewhere, there

In the sweet smelling corners of our bedroom

I feel the heady warmth sometimes

I feel it when you drink out of my cistern of love that is the fountain

I feel it when sometime you inadvertantly kiss my mouth in sweet pleasures of the body

I feel your love sometimes

I clutch at the feeling of love

I cling to your soul 

Sometimes 

In moments such as these

When our tongues meet

But then we drift apart

Like autumned leaves, like drifting twigs

On a still, still lake

A lake that looks peaceful and pristine

A lake that is cold and blue

A lake that is the beauty of the landscape

I still remeber the sweet love's first embrace

 That you gave me on Saif ul Maluk

On the Majestic Malika Parbat

Where you held me and kissed me

I feel the warmth that engulfed my body, my soul

Even as my feet, though booted touched the icy cold waters of the water springs and the lake

I feel your kiss , even today

It keeps me going

Even as we quarrel

A lovers sweet quarrel

It keeps our love alive 

That sweet kiss.

 Picture taken by Meherzaidi, the poet.