These days I rouse to the
Commotion of newly migrated
Desires, jostling and wading
All over the private everglade
Of my passion flooded heart!
They flap in rapture and excite
The gentle footed tranquil winds,
Those twirl with quivering ecstasy
As their tacit lips gets kissed
By thundering sensual echoes!
And I blush with myriad colors
Suddenly speckled on my dreams,
Incepted by second spring of youth
With countless temptations setting in
And rippling through my persona!
Love invades my covert kingdom,
As loneliness gets overwhelmed
By the coming of these flocks,
That sometimes takes a swift flight
And divinely embellish my vacant sky!
a superb write seema ji with so much smoothness...i loved it, thanks for sharing,10+++ rgds asif
'winged-fantasies', yes fantasies do soar high and high..and they leave me with injuries on my knees and elbows.thanx
As their tacit lips gets kissed; correct as get. your imagination is more than i could grasp.
The sky is the limit............fly to your heart content Seema.Nice writes.
An artist would be able to produce a beautiful canvas painting after reading this poem expressing your winged fantasies! 10! -Raj Nandy
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
soar higher and higher on winged fantasies, seema...the being would breath fresh!