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Silence of a cupful of glow– the poem
Here is a drop of love
Dripping from my eyes to yours,
Hold unto it.... till I weep
Silences beyond the horizon
Spread till the depth of a dark glance.
And I am drawn to you...
What a whirlpool of a heave...!!!
And there is a silence stretched
Till the fortress,
Melting the meaning evermore
And it’s a tingle of words spoken...
Without even moving your lips....
Against the skinned essence.
Eyes spoke volumes of wilful passions..
hitherto a silence extended....
Afar the cupful of kisses,
Fingers are pathetically perceptive
Full with sensory delights.
Come and fly high
A piece of ocean’s mirror reflection
Still hang on my deigned silence..
I so much wish,
You speak with effervescent eyes
And let a stimulating coverlet of silence
Frame our image...
Yet echo of translucent dreams.
Silence natters more than phrases,
For darker pool of perpetual glimpses.
And a smile on zenith flees my lips,
As you make me yours!!!!
Eyes devoured slowly ...
almost a sweet torture....
as it slips across the cupful of smiles....!!!
And a lone droplet of tear glimmers
I am taken....and my beloved....
hold me ... unto I weep
Content was a cupped face
Eyes were silent captive of deigned pleasure.