Just love me from afar,
See how I flourish
Too up, close and personal
I have seen it perish,
Turn to contempt.
Any attempt to
Resurrect
What once was
Is like chasing a mirage…
Just gently drizzle
Like a gentle shower.
Like the wind that
Tousles my hair
And then goes on
Barely touching me
Flirting, with me,
Making me happy.
Keeps the
Ardour vibrant and alive.
Don’t burst as a torrent
And soak me wet
To the depth of my being.
It’s just spent
At that moment in time.
I just want a drizzle
From time to time,
Why, you look puzzled
All I am asking
Is taking your time,
And giving us
A chance at love…
If wishes were horses rain drops would ride they wont fall off the horses back and the earth shall be dry Its good wishes are wishes and not horse, so you and me can be hopeful of a drizzle, during our course(of life) good write....
a great write... ideas with depth... very nice to read... 10+++ lovelots, Maia
Neither physical nor spiritual, you are asking for a new releationship in love which is very much emotional in its essence but very gentle and smooth in nature with steadiness and composure of passions. I think you are pointing to a new dimension of love and opening a new vista for lovers. A very fine piece of write, Mamta...10/10. Regards Naseer
lovely and a very reasonable request...we don't enjoy a storm..it seems like anger to us..we enjoy may as you say a flirting breeze...similarly we may not stand out on a torrential rain a gentle drizzle...beautiful expressions
a chance at love, I like it, thanks. please read my poems and comment.
Exquisite is the word that comes to mind. An elegant and delicate write. A perfect 10 yet again.
wowwww.... this is breezy and very cool write indeed... you use the language in a manner that the reader can feel the water flowing through his veins.. And I like the note in which you end the poem..... nice to read.. kind of have a soothing effect on reader's wearied mind.. lovees shan
nOT ASKING TOO MUCH is better than nothin asked.A ligh drizzle is that all you want, soon will shower you with heavy flood.Nice piece Mamta.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
You ordered a light drizzle, ma'am? OK...one light drizzle coming up....sizzling hot, delicious, to set you on fire....[if it doesn't drench the ardor]. Hmmmm....if wishes were horses....the trick is getting the right dose of everything we need. But no harm praying or wishing..... Have a nice day.... Cheers. Subroto