I scratch my reminiscing heart,

And I get itching sensations

To hold her once more but this time for forever

She vanishes as she is punctual daughter of clocks,

But I am very obeying idol of regular and routine feelings

And I remain in fort of dreamy emotions

I call her to submit to our own world of fulfillment of romantic rivalry

As each heart races as they are in competitive mode,

And if I confess, I don’t miss you then it’s insincere lying metaphors of heart

Instead , O for a beaker of your genuine smooches !

I crave for , and long for , and not bunking even my eyes blink for a while

See, I am not political dramatist in false cinematography of my lusting feelings just for you !

If I want you , then it’s at the level of fundamental necessity of my heart,

And our togetherness isn’t less than any holy festival of sacred folk


11 thoughts on “#blog_blogger

  1. Sounds romantic :p
    Likie Likie these feelings
    keep writing 🙂

    Liked by 1 person

      1. My pleasure 😉


  2. Reads very well and i like the way you have put it together

    Liked by 1 person

  3. you have probably filled these bottles with romantics imagination.where those wines gonna stay now!

    Liked by 1 person

  4. Beautiful and romantic poem!


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