Tuesday 17 March 2015

Sting Of A scorpion

I sip your essence, 
It mingles in my blood
Grips the core of my heart
Appears as a smile, on my lip
Filling me with a warmth !
I surrender myself, to myself
A known aroma haunts me..
I am now in the clutches of love
My eyes sparkle, like the glass..
The musical note  is fragrant
Fragrant is the earth's chest
In a few drops of untimely drizzle..
I awake as if by, the sting of a scorpion!

~Manjuri~

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