I do not know the star position of the moment I thought of creating myself a blog. Whatever, at the back of my mind there must have been a feel for the need of a vent, a vent to my poetic diction.This feel, rather want, was being continuously suppressed by me for long . Again I say, I do not know how the mistle outmiffed to be a hale hailstorm.
Sunday, July 01, 2012
Lover's Wait
my palm feeling my heart
With your picture in between
And breathing slowly sighs.
I wait with a lover's grin
blossomed in your thoughts
of dangling tiny ear drops
And your dimpled chin.
I wait with a lover's hope
Swimming in delights
of little pinches in my heart
And wait left to cope.
To Rescue My Joy
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My Light
If some light you get to see
your goodness alone can reach
The shimmer of a heart in me
Safe for only you to breach.
You see it all so glowing fine
And at times if ablazed too
What light, what to say of shine
All in all borrowed from you