Pillow hugs me tight,
Doesn't let me see the morning,
I travel in dreams..
Thru the closed eyes,
I see you, looking back at me,
With a smirk on face..
Lingers, on my lips,
Memories of shared sweetness,
Lightening a coy smile..
Thousands memories,
Keeping my dreams very awake,
I thought, it's Happiness..
And,
as I roll in joyous sleep,
Held me in an embrace,
Your soft caressing hands,
Oh, reality is so beautiful
n such is bliss…
8 replies!!:
reality love is any day more beautiful than love in dreams, if it is the love that dreams are made of:-)
hmmm...so mush:-)
@Suruchi :
:D ;)
I agree :)
n btw, that was a very quick comment :) TA
Mast tha poem :)
@G3: thanks dear :)
oh! lovely, baeutiful words!
@Raam Pyari: thanks for stopping by n commenting.
Glad you liked it, hope you see you around again.
oo so lovey-dovey..
are u a teenager?? ;D
@nanda: a heart that is die-hard romantic, is always young :D
(just got into my teenage ;) )
btw, thanks for the comment, n I always feel, none of these scribblings ever match the beauty of ur poems :)
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