On The Onset Of Love.. - Poem by Chaitanya Dorwat
He thieves for every glance at her face,
a faint smile, soft mellow words,
those words and her voice,
a fragrant serene breeze,
they hold each other with their eyes,
Just the two of them,
when the world does'nt matter,
The sweet nervousness that holds them,
still in the arms of delight, drunk on beauty.
He finds his identity, loosing it to her,
And so does she, find warmness in his voice,
his silence, his smile,
He streches his hand subtly near,
awaiting a soft touch an approval,
She hides her face, smiles to herself,
A touch would make it real, wouldn't it?
This dream in which you never tire smiling,
When you're the strongest man, and she's the prettiest.
In her soft murmurs,
He still can hear her,
Even if he cant he does'nt complain,
as her voice like a melody,
kisses his ears and paints a smile on his face.
wraped in an unexplained concern,
singing a rhythm-less song,
exileration with no such reasons,
when the world stops for them,
and time looses it's reigns,
when I think love is a slave of time,
the romantic in me thinks twice.
Comments about On The Onset Of Love.. by Chaitanya Dorwat
Read this poem in other languages
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
Still I Rise
The Road Not Taken
If You Forget Me
Edgar Allan Poe
Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening
I Do Not Love You Except Because I Love You