When?
Let us not meet in the morning,
The Sun might blush to see
The wanting in my eyes.
Let us not meet in the afternoon,
Its when I seek shelter
From your incandescent smiles.
Let us not meet in the evening,
The Moon is hungry too
And will distract you with her wiles.
Let us also not meet at night,
I like being carried away by stars
And you hate traversing miles.
The Sun might blush to see
The wanting in my eyes.
Let us not meet in the afternoon,
Its when I seek shelter
From your incandescent smiles.
Let us not meet in the evening,
The Moon is hungry too
And will distract you with her wiles.
Let us also not meet at night,
I like being carried away by stars
And you hate traversing miles.
Labels: poetry
Selected by manisha lakhe |
08:33 |
9 Comments:
C'est magnifique!
wah wah, wah wah...
Let us meet in the interregnum of time and space
Where feelings and words intersect and embrace!
Quite your best of a lovely burst of poems. You're on a roll. Rock on!
The Coy Victorian Damsel speaketh?
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not morning, not afternoons, not evenings, not nights , so then : when?
- is it in your dreams? or are u suggesting the very poetic instance when " the significant other" is never out of sight that you dont have go out and meet?
So simply romantic - also reminded me, conversely, of the song from Camelot :
Ïf ever I would leave you
It would not be in Springtime...."
Do you know it?
If not, I'll google for the lyrics, a la Griffin.
Cheers!
How romantic!
Reminded me of this conversation -
Vaidh: I'm happy only when Shalini is around
Guru: Imagine Shalini to be around all the time
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