Mock-fight With Cupid
Mock-fight With Cupid
Lips of my heart..
Are locked into a
Teasing silence!
Eyes of her soul..
Pretend to duck my glances,
Through the musical armour
Of her fluttering eye-lids!
Story of our love..
Is overcast with..
Clouds of a mock fight..
Pregnant with silent tears!
Friends and “loved-ones”
Are groping in the dark…
To Weave again the broken strands…
Between shores of our souls!
A faintly whispering dimple..
On her secretly smiling cheek..
Is watching all the fun..
Through the misty eyed veil..
Of crocodile tears!
The cupid finally..
Defuses the cold war..
With a wink and whistle..
Tickling her dimple..
Into a fountain of laughter!
As my lips melt
With the cheering fake tears..
Lingering around the deepening dimple..
I know ..how the bitter spell..
Of the dummy cold-war..
Has turned our courtship..
Into an ever-sweetening wonder!
….Vishwas
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