Drops of white rain,
Drips of green wine,
Caresses my eye-brow line.
I Run to thee
And you freeze in spree.
Are the drops you
Or I'm a drop of you?
Amber leaves,Green grass,
Gold evades the eye of brass.
The images beckon me,
Jingles of anklets remind me,
You are the one in my broken glass
Veil and immerse me lass.
The wings of my desires
Suffices in your flames.
The voice in blissful jive
Cedes in your waves of verve.
Hands frail
And the eyes on trail,
Searches thee
But you play and flee?
The tingling steps
And the soften tulips
Beads me in whims.
You embrace the scent of me
And I would talk to the bee.
Dreams don't end
And you never transcend.
Skies in crimson
And the stars in union
I envy.
Before you tease me,
Bury me in your echoing chimes
And etch me in those surreal times...
Copyright © 17 Mar 2007, by Abhilash Hegde
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