Windowpanes and shattering shades of curtain <br />Dancing in tune with blowing winds <br />Tingles of doorbells, a misnomer <br />No more waiting, some one is there <br />Shivering lips, hardly a whisper <br />Yet, to recover, lonesome but muddled with <br />Fragrance of lost smile and <br />Rhythm of chuckling, <br />And woman at poolside <br />Gaze to glare with raze <br />Ravish and relinquish, water marks in your eyes <br />And the ability to explore dreams in my eyes <br />Don’t swallow the big burgeoning blushes <br />Trackers do carry milestones <br />Do count lamppost of dusk and hammer strokes needed <br />Rigmarole, you may say, <br /> <br />Scrap to scintillate a new odor, to epitomize a new fragrance <br />Roses all the way, cozy to deal with hallucinating elegance <br />We walk across, scrawling memoirs, crumbling prejudices <br />Legs moving in harmony, you in my arms, your head lying and tumbling over my shoulders, <br />My whistling lips, and your half open- half closed eyes <br />Under whimsical surroundings, <br />Curvy moon trying to peep in from clouds, <br />Trees trying to usher in to growing bounds, <br />Clones and pulsating sounds of rose teasing <br />Lull ness, but music in thoughts and clutching, <br />My hands, you cynosure of my feelings, <br />Closed eyeballs and your shivering lips, <br />Sky falling over beloved lush-green land <br />Shrinking horizon in my eyes, <br />Sequencing through dreamy experience, <br />Winds to mould and to feel ecstasy of changing realms <br /> <br />Anurag Tiwari <br /> <br />Copyright ©2003 Anurag Tiwari<br /><br />Anurag Tiwari<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/whimsical-emotions/
