Say a little nothing
and wait for me to beam
There are bouquets of whims
to be bought
There are silhouettes of our conjunction
to be sketched out
I need some time to decorate this interval
There shall be iridescence when you turn around
An ornamental lapse will make me understand
the story of your silent sound
Shringi
30 November 2010
A glimpse of MeeraBai's love for Krisna.
I fell so much in you
ReplyDeletethat I have lost the charm of having you more
now the mind has lost its madness
its restlessness, its desire
all that is left
is the lack
with no hope of accomplishment
I am content
Shringi
06 December 2010