Thursday, November 10, 2011

Color of my figments

When you were not there to make me strong,

I had a vim and vigor, resembling aimless throng.

In half closed eyes, I felt for your trace.

Yours those winey eyes with that cute face!

Yes! My figments had color of your heart.

We realized our dreams, hand in hand,

And brought about together glories unfazed,

We invented our divine climates of rain,

Then you kissed my lips, made me insane.

My strengths went on moon unshaken!

Now after you, my world looks unshaped,

I still sense you in my dreams, hand in hand.

Our middle-night glories are still sky high,

As if you are inveterate piece of all my sighs.

Yes! My figments have color of your heart.

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