my own love song

vermillion washed sky
bidding adieu…
bewildered void
notwithstanding,
your incidence in my days
un composed music drifts on
this wasteland… home
for a while
middle of no where
summoning joy
for a while
the shades of ink blue
fill the vision
sometimes you invent
sometimes, just vent...




Sleep, I would
If you bless my dreams
Laugh, I would
If you exalt my whispers


Smuggled you in my reverie
Salsa steps…Cinderella ball
Rustling silk
Fragrant breaths… Frayed feel

And the midnight never strikes…


Copyright © Neerja Yadav

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