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,
ever since i have known your lovely ways,
this slave of your divine beauty, always prays,
someday in faraway dreamy place,
together we'll live and spend peaceful days,
watching our children play under the sun's rays.
2 comments:
kya phoda hai..........
Thanks for an idea, you sparked at thought from a angle I hadn’t given thoguht to yet. Now lets see if I can do something with it.
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