Poetry is a music a rhythm if u follow the rules u will love it so take a glass of wine or a cigarette and read it smoothly slowly lovely.
I remember you, In those soulful nights
When you are here, inside me
As a rising fragment of first rain
From the earth my dear
Under the glossy shine of full moon
sweeping its light as tears of hope
That is never going to come home i know.
I know i can’t touch the stars
There in the sky, blinking apart
But my rum of this summer
Had it, to feel the tremor
Pushed me into an imagination
Where i got you, for my whole life
For all weathers including this summer………..
In my home i can see………..to be Continued….
To My Lady With Love
Indian Street Writer