Have sounds reverberated within?
Lately, I found a new whisper of words.
A lily fluttered in the air,
A muted conspiracy,
Of the foliage on my way.
A perfectly honeycombish feeling,
With the mushiness rooted at the core.
A wrong fall of the curtain,
And newpaper-wraped mirror,
A painted dry leaf and neon-lit faces;
A butterfly tattoo; half covered.
A Mathematical derivation,
Of variable consonants in heart.
The secrets of baked glances.
An uncombed strand of hair,
And a slide on the eye-lash.
A dwell in my soul
A dip-stick of the love mousse
An inchoate sense and encrypted words,
Blown in the sweet aroma of my half filled glass.
A dance of the delicate nerves,
A phantom of enchantment,
Twirling along with the stirrer.
Strings of guitar,
Looking alike; but
Distinct only when heard.
A red lamp,
Made out of her rags…
A tuck pin,
A clearer vision...
To feel her potato joke giggles,
And fall down laughing,
With hazy images of her earring,
And a yearning to numbness...
A pool-glide within,
Takes me away...
I choke and strangle for my usual breath,
Oh! The feeling is yet inexplicable!