Changing weathersA Poem by Diwakar - "The Warrior of Will"
Wish...my wife will also feel the same whenever I will get married :-)
A sweet morning rang my ears,
Icy wind stuttering my arms,
So winded up in warmth of love,
My dreams trepidating with alarms.
The drops of rain was shimmering my soul,
Stirring the deepest sin of compassion,
I was waiting for a touch,
To instigate the flight of passion
Suddenly the sun boogied to woes,
Cramping the cloudy envious via rain,
My senses drew a rainbow,
Colors were cluttered together like rain.
The sun rays scattered the clouds of love,
But wind was equipped to skim off the light house,
My soul waited for the magic,
When the wind whispered for autumn to arouse.
Trees started dancing in colossal ethos of thrill,
Soul was divined in purity of saintliness,
Sunken in dignity of relief,
Atmosphere begin to enchant breathless
Suddenly my cheeks felt bliss,
When you kissed them slowly,
My dream became a reality,
Filled with love, so sacred and holy.
These moments are like changing weathers in my life,
I am so lucky to be such charismatic husband’s wife.
© 2012 Diwakar - "The Warrior of Will"
Added on April 19, 2012
Last Updated on April 19, 2012
Diwakar - "The Warrior of Will"
Delhi, Delhi, India
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