Saturday, April 28, 2012

Another one bites the dust

No majnu, no romeo,
none the less, worth a cameo,
lost in the intricate details,
battered by beautie's hails,

In tender care,
very precious and rare,
little innocence,
along comes a pinch of dare,
all in all a beautiful affair.

No beards involved,
no pegs, no puffs evolved,
into ecstasy he's enthralled,
one moment he's bold another cold.

A freshness in his tone,
a sparkle in his eyes,
vibes of love all along,
drive of passion of an unsettling dice.

 Makes me long ,
makes me realize am alone,
but there i get a pat on my back,
i smile for there will be friends till am gone...

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