Wednesday, November 21, 2012

Boudoir


the weary moon dreams, a beauty

do come now, it is already night

restless eyes search and are tired
of looking, seeking

let them not wait longer
and in despair
embers of desire
sleep

come before the colours of ardour
fade

as the night which does not wait
will slip away

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Anonymous wrote:

If I had such an exquisite boudoir to bouder in, I would bury myself there. In fact I'm thinking to change my tag line from kaash Kaashi (if only I were in Kaashi/Banaras) ... to kaash boudoir.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Bhai,

Beautiful verse.

charu