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…
This charming poem made me smile...very lovely and well-crafted lines..full of true emotion..thanks for sharing, Mamta. Amary.
sweet metaphor-> sweet words-> sweet verses-->sweetly titillating-->sweet and thoughtful POEM indeed! 10000++++
it is a lovely poem of love, mellowed from a downpour to a light soothing drizzle, which willbe like a assuarance, of a lasting love.great write mamta, the lines are too good, and i really enjoyed going through this poem.
Come, not as storm That drowns my being; Come as a spring With a flowery swing, With all its fragrance That lingers on Like the sweet memories Of the days foregone. CP
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
Every stanza of this poem displays its subtle charm. So, 'Mamta'in every way. Lovely... Warm regards, Sandra