The evening was cold,
And dark were the skies,
Dark Orange hues filled up the space,
And my milieu with the smell of fries..
Cool breeze flew through my hair,
As I sat on the table outdoor,
Waiting for MY LOVE, as my heartbeats soared..
Then MY LOVE arrived,
Dressed in brown and necklace all gold,
Towards me MY LOVE moved,
With all the glory behold..
MY LOVE stood close to me, straight and cold,
I held MY LOVE and moved my hand over the hip,
“None would possess a curve so perfect”,
Said I praiseworthily, as I carried the inspect,
“No one can copy thou shape, colour or taste”,
Said I again as I took off the necklace,
Then I poured MY LOVE into me, for I was thirsty,
“None can quench my thirst, but you”, said I with haste,
MY LOVE adulterated my mind, as I began to taste,
“Time moves so fast”, said I astonished,
As I looked towards MY LOVE that was, at a shot, finished..
Inquired the waiter,”which one? lager mild or strong?”
When I ordered him, “one more, repeat, please bring along”…
#1 by Mahesh Wani - February 14th, 2008 at 12:29
Nice one…
If anyone closes his eyes and think …. then he can easily understand……..
#2 by michael.fernando - February 14th, 2008 at 12:38
Rightly said Mahesh..
#3 by shailesh.lende - February 14th, 2008 at 13:08
Michael
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If you dont mind; let me clear one thing to you , your love is not only yours. It is actually love polygon
Sach me yaar yours love is like magic “Deewana bana De….!”
#4 by michael.fernando - February 14th, 2008 at 13:19
ha ha.. correct shailesh..
lekin dont forget..brand same hain to kya hua, meri bottle meri hain..
#5 by ninad.pingale - February 14th, 2008 at 13:49
Michael,What a googly at a last sentence.
I had to read it again with different sense.
Nice poem.