A Wandering Pain
A Wandering Pain A walking piece Of surreal music, You haunted lanes And by-lanes of Countless souls! Like piece of a Floating dream Breath
Vishwas Vaidya
A Wandering Pain A walking piece Of surreal music, You haunted lanes And by-lanes of Countless souls! Like piece of a Floating dream Breath
A Temple On A Hill-top A sweet little pain, Smiled into my eyes, And a lone tear, Played with her silence Uttering my name!
Coming Back To Life The sky is gazing At dark eyed clouds, Cynically smiling Behind star-lit tears! Why don’t you come back To my life
A Pair of Lips If only you were, A little less beautiful And not so exotic, World wouldn’t have Really stopped by, And struggled to
A Comedy of Colors Comedy of Colors Fate like A little child, Is pelting a Shower of riddles, To tease every moment Of my life!
Bridge on the River Joy For a few Stolen moments Our eyes met Each other, Bleeding Our thoughts Into a river of joy!
A Gold lettered Tryst My evening was Utterly colorless, Gasping for the music Of your smile. Struggling to fathom, Reason behind our love, When the
A Christmas Carole Window-shopping The sparkling colors Floating on the festive air, My eyes were shaken, By the figure Of a Blind beggar, Glued to
Scent of a Woman Musing over Your eternal absence, My tear feels the pain Of a sun-kissed rain-drop Drunk with a Damp fragrance Of a
The Twin Flame Like a tireless flame Burning eternally With a dancing poise, In the sanctum sanctorum Of a holy temple, Let my love
