How Much? How Much? How much?

I could feel the warm air she breathed out,
While ma arms round her entwined;
Went pocket-a-pocket-a rickshaw wheels,in orange sun,
Beyond the horizon which declined.

My pretty lass moved close to me,
No scope of space though was,
Her hair brushing my shoulders,silken,
Eyes locked,then was a pause.

For me someone just stopped the Time,
Each thing 'cept her just tranquillize,
Couldn't hear d sound of chirping birds,
Or see the cab that just passed by.

She rubbed her palm against my cheek
N' tried to pluck my prickly chin,
I wound her closer to myself,
Drunk as I was though not in gin.

Then came d bliss,my cheek received,
The first little peck of our love,
Love at it's best,form most sublime,
Not the one at oubliette.

She turned a bit,to me revealed,
A plait,a strand,a plumpy cheek,
Collywobbles inside of me,
Kissed I few times,first one bit meek.

Ran my hand through her lovely hair,
The way they fell o'er her forehead,
Resemblance brought back memories home,
Her bag,her smile,the rain n shed.

Nostalgia hitting over me,
At my collar place,I placed her head,
Then made mine too against hers rest
And this brought back the fifth of feb.

"Love u",said I,she asked,"How much?",
"This much",I said,"maybe"(arms spread wide),
"Or maybe more if my arms could stretch",
"A bit more far from me".

Satisfied wasn't she with what I said,
Surprisingly nor was me,
Echoed the question to my heart,
How much?How much? Tell me!

Few rowdy inmates passed my cell
I heard a sudden scream,
Did break my yester's train of thoughts,
Brought me back from my dream

These rowdy ones in corridor,
Seemed game for a slanging match,
Whilst I pondered staring at my silent roof,
The day when my dreams will hatch.

A couple of gray,blue necked pigeons,
Sat at my window sill,
Confused,first I,then realized they were,
Making love or sure they will.

Sight resurfaced the Q in Head,
Head asked the Heart again,
Pure feelings find not words,or so,
Coz heart just tried in vain.

Stood facing me,the red six string,
At one corner of my room,
Endless romantics trailed through my head,
Not once a sonic boom.

These soft songs all did talk of,
Lovers in love lorn lanes,

Songs resurfaced the Q in Head,
Head asked the Heart again,
Pure feelings find not words,or so,
Coz heart just tried in vain

Inscribed on my wall,a date in Jan,
Thirteenth precise i'll be,
This day's moon I'd told without her,
Next day's sun I won't see.

The night,seminar hall's staircase,
Brawl with the guard,insane,

Date resurfaced the Q in Head,
Head asked the Heart again,
Pure feelings find not words,or so,
Coz heart just tried in vain.

I was busy penning these thoughts down,
Missing my pretty madame,
Just at this point my cellphone rang,
And the screen showed her name.

"Love u",said I,she asked"How much?",
Gave I a final try,

(Q resurfaced,Head asked the heart)
This time the heart,undid d lock,
Broke it's serenity,
Love enough to last for both of us,
Till the heretics define the time in my clock,
As the one at eternity.