She is gorgeously slim & her skin feels softer,
I visualize & often I dream of being with her,
Cuddling curls of her otherwise straight hair.
So refreshingly sweeter her voice feels softer,
All things begin & end around a smile of hers,
Under her calm eyes in the shade of her hair.
Whether the fruit of my Karma or otherwise,
I find it hard to ignore this gift of time to me,
The calmest sea after that tsunami in my life.
So sweetly attractive is her thought in mind,
All the time she stays staunchly on my mind,
Under the blues of mind making them violet.
She hacked all my sins & put pins to them all,
I wonder how she got baby colors in my life,
Cuddling the long grown-up baby inside me.
Dec 26, 2013
Dec 26, 2013 at 10:11 PM UTC
She is gorgeously slim & her skin feels softer,
I visualize & often I dream of being with her,
Cuddling curls of her otherwise straight hair.
So refreshingly sweeter her voice feels softer,
All things begin & end around a smile of hers,
Under her calm eyes in the shade of her hair.
Whether the fruit of my Karma or otherwise,
I find it hard to ignore this gift of time to me,
The calmest sea after that tsunami in my life.
So sweetly attractive is her thought in mind,
All the time she stays staunchly on my mind,
Under the blues of mind making them violet.
She hacked all my sins & put pins to them all,
I wonder how she got baby colors in my life,
Cuddling the long grown-up baby inside me.
My HP Poem #505
©Atul Kaushal
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