Alphabets Of Wild Passion
Ocean embracing the timid shore
Sky touching the horizon
Rain drops kissing the window glass
Rainbow smooching the water falls
And me....
Feeling those wild alphabets
Word of a secret passion
That dominates the universe
Reunion of body and soul.....
My love is not a red red rose
But a blooming lilly spreading
The fragrance of holy binding
I fall for you each day
Unaware of the truth that
One day I will move from you
A day of judgement;
Where I see tears in your eyes
Dont cry I say; Dont cry
Fate may take me from you
But I promise I will leave back my bit
A bit that resembles me
Moulded from my flesh and our blood
A bit for which you have to live
A bit which will bring back
The smile on your face...
The promise to make you live
As Marwell once told...
I can hear times winged chariot
Reaching nearer, searching for me
Hands of the black masked man
Tightening his hook aiming my neck..
Take me off my beloved
At least till the next sun rise..
Let us walk hand in hand on the shore
And when sea swallow the sun
Let our naked bodies bake with passion
Thy shall accecpt my departing gift
And love it more than you love me
Because I live through that bit
As to live within you and you..
.....A Dedication to Empty Hands.....
What a wild writing
ReplyDeletereally good..keep it up neha..
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