The palms are nested and so are my sights,
The music
hums and loses its reverberates..
It’s been
days, months that I’ve known this tree’s shade,
The
raindrops have a glaze now while the sun has a face..
Will you
play, will you stay? If only you behaved!
I promise
and you trust. Wildering wild and still sober.
We are kids
with weaknesses each-
Often
sitting and still making a world better.
The stories
are chartered and painted are its mayhem,
The fool
gets a watch, the day doors wore a look.
I wind the
springs of my soul, turn the clock and open a door..
Lead my
sights a padding graze,
And there
you are..amidst the setting sun,
In the runs
of my gaze, carefree they traipse..
In my reach
for the stars, wonder where we met?
Music to
ears, your smiles and my banter.
Lonely as
trees in summers, your hugs and me being the hugger!
In the
bashes of your sights, the glimpses I took…
Are or
aren’t you regal a real? An enchantress that has me hooked?
In misses of
a missus, a silent smile you were to crook.
In wilted
few tales, a story that would sweep radars off the hook
It was easy,
the wait. Hard were the seconds they took.!
Insipid a
crown and the princess she was to this tinsel town anew,
Riches were
tattered, rags were split, all lost to a man & his kind,
The silent your smile, lost your guile..& I was brood!
Then in wonders
of synchrony, the breaths you took..
The doors wore a look,
hands pocketed their talk and spooked!
