only when i hear
those magical words:
“i love you”
leave your enticing
bow shaped lips
do i have a raison d’etre
absent
i wander like a recluse
half mad, half nomad
fully devoid of purpose
the altruistic love
you shower
eternally charges
the battery of my existence
sans la quelle
juke box of life ceases to play
these temporary duracells
are withering away radhika
end this tirade,
come lock your lips with mine
like we used to
in the good old days of the vraj
© 2019
Jul 13, 2019
Jul 13, 2019 at 7:34 AM UTC
only when i hear
those magical words:
“i love you”
leave your enticing
bow shaped lips
do i have a raison d’etre
absent
i wander like a recluse
half mad, half nomad
fully devoid of purpose
the altruistic love
you shower
eternally charges
the battery of my existence
sans la quelle
juke box of life ceases to play
these temporary duracells
are withering away radhika
end this tirade,
come lock your lips with mine
like we used to
in the good old days of the vraj
© 2019