Orange sun, moist less cool breeze;
I heard Tabla's beautiful pitch!
I was hauled out. Rather i was scurried to lawn.
Mist drops on every rose;
I easily figured out that, they are trying to imitate my girl's lips.
Detached few roses from its stem and i was holding one.
Desire to lick it, and i did it with ease;
Shouldn't I tell you that it was not so tasty as her's?
Gradually i started eating rose feathers and I finished it in core fun.
My mind said with heavy knock, " UR A CANNIBAL VIJAY. Ate a rose?"
" Couldn't see a rose as a rose. Its just a clone of my GIRL " .
I cant compare my girl with roses when they are imitating her. I can only compare roses with my girl !! Feel the difference!
13 comments:
Machi..Sema feelings da;)Kavidhai kavidhai:D
;) thanks mama... 'll tel ya more of dat in person.. winking!!
cute one....keep writting:)
thanx u blue.... sweet of ya..
geth:) roses r sweet indeed :)
This is so sweet. Loved the first line :)
You write well!
Keep it up!
@Srikanth
sweet of course..... like how u think about ur GF....
@Cursed
Really?? Good 2 hear from ya....
@ sof
;) all i can say is, tanx yaar....
awwwwwwwweee lovely..intense..and beautiful..
your girl is lucky to have ya
Rane
@ Rane
welcum rane... happy 2 c yu happy over here... hugggss
is my head in the gutter - this poem (esp the third paragraph) seems really inappropriate haha
:)
@ sydney
apppi? come again yo
hey baby........ u becoming a big writer..congrats honey....lovely lines.......
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