Sunday, 19 March 2017

Tone of endearment

The loud voice of your silence,
Is audible to my hearing.
Each alphabets beneath the mask,
Creating  waves to my secret bower,
It’s soothing lyre generating ripples ,
To my autonomic nervous system,
I could feel the click of  your heel,
Scent of your breath from the rustling leaves,
The aromatic air   is kissing my garden,
With flowering petals,
The chilling wind, slowly creeping to my inmost cell ,
To gather colour to my dreams,
With the effect of exhilarating musing,
Days are hotter and night more cooler,
The hot flushes on my neurons ,
Quietly  whispering the tone of endearment,

1 comment:

  1. Beautiful write,even though small one but great.