Your coming into my life is like becoming,
Your caress is like a hue of marigold.
My heart knows you care for me
The winds say it aloud, almost in letters bold.
The writing is there on the wall,
But what to do- the wall is tainted with mud
The taint prevents me from meeting your eyes
A flower that refuses to leaves its abode, its bud.
Who does not love flowers and their fragrance?
When did I say I don’t want to be with you?
I have forever wanted to be a part of you,
Have stood and waited for a lifetime in a queue
My turn shall come one day
When a few living moments of yours will be mine,
There would be that one day, when your one look-
Will do the work done by a glass of wine
Intoxicate is what you do to me….
You bring the best out of me
You are the rhythm in my song of the soul
You bring my tune to such glee
Will wait for your magic to pick me up
I wait to be engulfed by your wave,
I swear I will ride with all my heart
Will readily become for life, your loving slave!!
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Respected Madam
I would like to use your this article on my website? Can I use it??
with warm regards
Nitin Naresh
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with warm regards
Nitin Naresh
LOVE CANNOT BE MADE IN PUBLIC......
but you, are doing that......stupid, rebellious and adventurous at the same....
you are riding on a huge wave, put your guards on, and mind your surfboard......
good luck, write more, this stuff is good to read.......
The writing is there on the wall,
But what to do- the wall is tainted with mud
The taint prevents me from meeting your eyes
A flower that refuses to leaves its abode, its bud.
Fantastic...Great flow....Thanks
Thanks again!!!
thanks juhi, again would like to see your works on fb poetry forum....may be that will provide m any a chance to get to know your b'ful creations...cheers, VS
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