Monday, August 6, 2012

Sweet Lour

Hiding her smile hard between her lips
She ignored his eyes but slowly her heart slips
She looks away from him as he steps closer
Silence was the music, his breath, the composer

Enchanted yet unfazed, she ignored his pleas

Pretense was evident, nothing hid her ease
The urge for his warmth had reached its brim
Yet, a fence of sweet anger kept her from him

Joy behind her frown was hard to conceal

Cheer in her eyes prevailed over her veil
She sought guilty pleasure as she pitied his chase
But Inside her heart, she longed for his embrace

He then gave up and held the moon in his hands

Finally she smiled like cold rain on desert sands

- Deepak Karamungikar 

3 comments:

Anonymous said...

Beautiful!!

Radhakrishna said...

Such a sweet poem!
Deepak, you are pen's best friend :)

Anonymous said...

I was smiling reading this one. Could picture the... what is the English word for it... 'Pranayakalaham". :)
Cute. :)


btw...

"Silence was the music, his breath, the composer."

This one line is a whole poem in it's own right. :)


Jitu