|Picture Courtesy : Diba|
Like an indecorous lover,
you racy Wind!!!
You run your fingers through the sky
and brush it's beautiful tresses
into shades of Rose and Sangria..
Sometimes I could gulp it all down
and intoxicate my soul with
what you paint for me
and dampen my senses...
Or sometimes compose in your glory
Why don't you come into my life someday
and flirt with my woes...
Engage in yet another Cafuné
Soothe the sprint of thoughts..
In my head..
And color my tresses into shades of love
No one has painted them happy
in a long long time...