Saturday, January 15, 2005

iam for fresh a kiss( An old poem)

iam for fresh a kiss

Vinod cv



Oh really really beautiful your eyes
It is just flying to my evenings
Carrying it all the unopened mysteries
I am bound by the charm like a bee
Showers from the eyes suffusing my spirit
Silent dance of loving lips rolling on my wrist
Living I am at the thin Edge of your Dreams
It is like dwelling on a naked promise
Ur call and footsteps wrapping me in an endless hug
I don’t have an identity any more
Neither I seek it.

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