the moonlight smile that brightens every face,
unknowingly, renders me sleepless for days,
the whiskey sopped eyes, the shy gaze,
time and again they besot me,
leaving behind a romantic haze,
the honey filled voice lacing each word,
flows out in a slow rhythemic pace,
conducting the orchestra as my heart plays.
lady i confess,
in these moments of craze,
i can spend my life writing paeans,
admiring your lovely ways,
and some day you'll look back, divine lady,
is all this connoisseur ever prays.
5 comments:
God aapki poems toh hadh hain, phoda hai .. it was nice reading ur thoughts and ur dab at humor :)
ahem...nice one!
Thanks a lot :)
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