The dawn flickers through six mornings,
I pick up the memories lying here and there,
Carefully folding them,
Carelessly putting one on…
Adjusting and readjusting your touch,
That lay on my face,
Entangled with my hair;
My half closed eyes,
That enclose in an embrace,
Both day and night…
I pick up the memories lying here and there,
Carefully folding them,
Carelessly putting one on…
Adjusting and readjusting your touch,
That lay on my face,
Entangled with my hair;
My half closed eyes,
That enclose in an embrace,
Both day and night…
Till on the seventh day, the Palanquin arrives,
All rosy red and shining gold,
Sun sprinkles the light through my wide open eyes,
Lined dark with the Six long nights,
Your words my anklets;
Your breath my fragrance;
Your kiss becomes the blush;
And I become a bride;
The moment you are beside…
The wait is long but endurable coz I know u r there. Adi…I LOVE YOU.
Born in New Delhi, India in 1980 and is a retired pessimist (still) living in New Delhi. He has Haryanvi ancestors, a Punjabi girlfriend, friends all over the world, two (or more) yet to be born children, (many) memories of (many) pet dogs and no cats ever. He holds an honours degree in English Literature from the University of Delhi and creates advertisements for paying the bills. His interests are universal, and include: living, eating, sleeping and when not sleeping, daydreaming. Other abiding interests include reading, writing, street photography, newspaper editorials, watching the moon and planning trekking trips that never materialize.
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