Kavyakankshini...bewitching words spun with spindles of thought and quicksilver yarn...: Wet blue darkness


Wet blue darkness

Your fragrance is melting in this wet blue darkness,
My being touches your memory,
A sliver of mercury slips by,
And darkness wilts forever...
Blooms forth a tear,
With your name,
Hold the inkpot steady,
Least it spills the last drop of emotion,
Leaving my song empty,
Without a haunting end...

1 comment:

  1. Such a tender play of words. Dunno how I stumbled upon your page. But I am glad I did. Keep writing.