Sunday, February 6, 2011

letter to my BEE!!

The dream carried; is on hire
The wake up cloud; is on fire
The only Loss; is not for you
There are more worthies; whom you have to woo

The walk is on the pathless path,
The anxiety is for a meaningful time-pass
The glimpses are of your guilty pleasure,
There is more insanity inside your feather.

The art to capture, the thoughtless thought,
The dazzling assurances in your plot,
The talent to wow the crowd,
My Love! Still you have to battle me out!

The lost identity of our love,
The misinterpreted taste of your touch,
The loyalties of the awaited crush,
You need to do more to make me yours as such!!!!!


  1. The identity of love can't disappear as is,
    There is no touch that isn't as is,
    The sense of crush lies in the lie,
    To capture thy in the moment that flies by :)