Eyes, wide shut
last call from tavern, missed
but the wine drips
Come, she says.
Glasses, misty
rain sneaks in, heavy
vigil jitters
Breathe, she says.
Muted, beautiful,
naive chalice, shattered
desired but unwelcome
Drink, she says.
Aroma, faint
indistinct moan, deceitful
begins to utter
Shhhh, She says.
6 comments:
nice imagery!
it very good. i am disappointed that you have not written in a long time.
as rakhi says to amitabh bachhan in kabhi kabhi, apne likhna kyu chor diya?
English people. Lets speak English already!!!
I like it, interesting... What caused you to write this?
His love for men. Isn't it obvious?
poetry is not my forte. I will admit that I do not understand any of it. I've felt that way since elementary school. Dam nursery rhymes. It seems rather dramatic though. Whatsup?
i re-blogged. khush?
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