I feel like writing a bunch of poems
and smelling them all the night
...
I feel like talking about colors like pink
and mixing them all the night
...
I feel like dancing on the floor and the sheets
I feel like dancing all of tonight
with the bunch of poems, with the color pink
with my toes stretched, with my body flying
...
I feel like looking out of the window
recollecting my best of dreams
...
smelling away the poems I write, playing with the color - pink
...
Oh! I wonder what mood is this
where the smile doesnt stop, the eyes blink less
where I talk of everything thats sweet
where I feel all I felt when I was sixteen
where I breathe in the same old breeze
...
Aha!! this night should never end
where I am like the queen
...
my hands moving as though to sing
my lips reciting things like pink
...
I feel like lying under the sky
but feeling it around me like a blind bird who has no beak
Shringi 17 April 2009
and smelling them all the night
...
I feel like talking about colors like pink
and mixing them all the night
...
I feel like dancing on the floor and the sheets
I feel like dancing all of tonight
with the bunch of poems, with the color pink
with my toes stretched, with my body flying
...
I feel like looking out of the window
recollecting my best of dreams
...
smelling away the poems I write, playing with the color - pink
...
Oh! I wonder what mood is this
where the smile doesnt stop, the eyes blink less
where I talk of everything thats sweet
where I feel all I felt when I was sixteen
where I breathe in the same old breeze
...
Aha!! this night should never end
where I am like the queen
...
my hands moving as though to sing
my lips reciting things like pink
...
I feel like lying under the sky
but feeling it around me like a blind bird who has no beak
Shringi 17 April 2009
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