Those spent years at the bar,
The dancing moves in the car,
Shared me..
My own,
Sun and the soul.
Have you sprouted eyes?
To see the creaks
The rivulets in my eyes..
My own,
Sun and the soul.
The flight of stairs you took,
And sent your scowl..to feel
The pain in me??
My own,
Sun and the soul.
The dancing moves in the car,
Shared me..
My own,
Sun and the soul.
Have you sprouted eyes?
To see the creaks
The rivulets in my eyes..
My own,
Sun and the soul.
The flight of stairs you took,
And sent your scowl..to feel
The pain in me??
My own,
Sun and the soul.
2 comments:
one of the reasons why your poems are so softly musical is because of the repition of phrases, words, lines..
its a personal style I think and gives a signature to all your poems.
good
thank you ritu!!i never contrieve to make it that way..but i think this is growing on me.thanx again for reasssuring that this could be a personal style.its one of my personal favourites.
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