The lady.

Weary eyes( a drunkard's rhapsody)

I am intoxicated with your thought;
Bottled them a long time back,
Bliss they give in pensive hours,
And when I go beserk.
I drink heavily of your thoughts
and brew the malt of your name
As things get better with age,
The trend over here is the same.


Anonymous said…
A special world for you and me
A special bond one cannot see
It wraps us up in its cocoon
And holds us fiercely in its womb.

Its fingers spread like fine spun gold
Gently nestling us to the fold
Like silken thread it holds us fast
Bonds like this are meant to last.

And though at times a thread may break
A new one forms in its wake
To bind us closer and keep us strong
In a special world, where we belong.

If u truely do love him he will.......!
Diganta said…
hi really liked ur poem....
why have u stopped posting? or r u posting sumwhere else...
plz let me know...

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