...WITH MY EYES AS A MIRROR...
When your days I reminisce you come alive
Your voice is the sweetest coo, your laughter does vive
Long hair, your anger, your charming lovemakings
Your memory bursts into life dear, it painfully stings...
The sprinkles from your wet hair on my face still I feel
After a long bout of quarrel I used to kneel
Before your august feet and the end was pleasure
Vermilion you used to apply ah ! with my eyes as a mirror.
Some come into our lives Monalisa, never to leave again
Their entry may not be a note, but leave a deep stain
Their footprints on the timeline are etched like sculpture
We are drenched for lives dear, even if it is a shower.
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BY SATCHIDANANDA MISHRA
When your days I reminisce you come alive
Your voice is the sweetest coo, your laughter does vive
Long hair, your anger, your charming lovemakings
Your memory bursts into life dear, it painfully stings...
The sprinkles from your wet hair on my face still I feel
After a long bout of quarrel I used to kneel
Before your august feet and the end was pleasure
Vermilion you used to apply ah ! with my eyes as a mirror.
Some come into our lives Monalisa, never to leave again
Their entry may not be a note, but leave a deep stain
Their footprints on the timeline are etched like sculpture
We are drenched for lives dear, even if it is a shower.
@rights reserved
BY SATCHIDANANDA MISHRA
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