Wednesday, April 11, 2012

The Walk

He looked into her eyes as her hair danced to the breeze
Fragrance of the rain kissed earth, heart's hardly at ease
Impatience in her breath, impishness in his smile
A hundred years there would've seemed like a while


Moonlight flickered on her face as the branches swayed
Such was her fragrance, that his conscience strayed
In the silence of the dazed evening, he caught her unaware
A flutter ran through his soul, as he touched her hair


He held her hand in his, walked the moonlit street
As they took lazy steps, he tried to match her feet
Conversation had begun, but words were yet to flow
He put her to his left, he took it nice and slow


They walked into the night, into each other's arms
The moon shone bright, enthralled by their charms


- Deepak Karamungikar

2 comments:

Phanindra said...

Very beautiful poem. Particularly loved these lines -

Conversation had begun, but words were yet to flow

Vjta said...

V gud !