The sun melted into his lap.. like that ephemeral ice his laughter missed her ears he cried without the device!
Coz tomorrow - he will miss the depth And he'll laughon it- Coz tonight - he will kiss the depth while he lies half on it.
As he Stares the letters weaving on the board, magically- the rhythm, and the cry on the cord just flew and diffused spiritually.
Coz, the hairs that 'fellon him left the trace of the wine- She din't hear the noise- neither those eyes cryin.
So now he writes in residuum- and forgoes her on higher ground, for she was ,his caressed being- he makes this esoteric, sullen sound.
And he wins- when he kills his belief- and when you read, ... he reads, ... and she reads, ... and understands the grief...
-Dheeraj |
