By Bhavya Sinha
In a moment of you
Brisk yet breathing,
I ask:
Why , when , how and such interjections
I hurl , slow.
You speak low ,
Asking if I need some wine.
In a moment of me,
Prolonged and living
I say:
I do need intoxications
To blame my words on
And you ,
To question me
When I speak sane.
In a moment of you,
Brisk and fading
I panic :
What is it that I do?
What is it that appeals to you ?
You lean , Oh don't.
I don't want memories
of promising not so sober eyes.
In a moment of me
Prolonged and speaking
I try:
Leaning in too,
Kissing , staring.
I can't ill afford to not see
For I'll pen it down someday.
In a moment of you
Brisk and vague
I capture:
Feeling your skin ,
breath and lips
Your lashes brushing against my cheeks
Shadowing / Foreshadowing.
In a moment of me
Prolonged and inked
I stay:
My interjections answered
Never in words
In wine,kisses and not so sober
promising acts.
This is so beautiful! ❤
This was so amazingggg (^_^)
It’s beautiful
Beautiful ❤️
Totally alluring creation
This is so beautiful!??
:’( pyaar ❤
Thank-you sab bache log??❤ couldn’t be more grateful
I can doubt myself for a moment, but never your talent for slam poetry. It couldn’t be more exquisite.
Beautifully written! The last lines moved me
Beautiful :’)
You write Beautifully ?
Bacha, So proud ?
Beautiful ❤️
This poem moves like music. Soothing and tantalising to the ears.
This is gripping and gorgeous//
Moves like art?
The use of imagery makes your poem so beautiful. ❤❤
And the last line ????