Cold - on a cold mountain,
Gold - after a golden handshake,
Mould - preceeding a wax statue
Hold - after holding on to a beautiful yet, withering relationship
Bold - before a bold dialogue
Fold - on the dinner table napkin after dinner
Sold - like the aggrieved seller of ancestral land
When the heart beats, you come alive
and grow on the vacuum of life -
lending colour, fragrance, intimacy, passion
and sometimes, those little saline droplets carving a visible trajectory on my melancholy face.
When eyes blink, you appear,
When nerves wrench, you manifest,
When the lungs breathe, you assume the unpreceedented form.
When words stop, you begin -
You to Me
Are
Omnipresent
too much...
ReplyDeleteRare jilt on my blog!...Jilt nonetheless :)
ReplyDeleteNice.... who is "You" here?!
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