yeah.... finally now the time for the retreat has come... with immense pleasure and pains incognito, i restart my blog with a poem....



TO MY EMPTY MORNINGS...

Finally night has come.
O morns, give me a break for now!
Feigning innocence in my sleepless eyes
touching wisdom on my wrinkled forehead
Whilst among books
veiling drowsiness with my specs
Am tired of...


My day begins with the crimson red sky
when ashy dews and rusty panes
maketh love.
When lumine beauties blink
in the slithering breeze
pouring drops of desire 
on to the mouths of wonderstruck palm
quaffed to fuddle in the morn by men.


Be by my side
fondling, kissing my grey hair
to give wings to the youth
hidden in my wrinkles.
Once again give birth to rune babies
in my pen drained off ink.


My day begins...
Not with a bang, but with a whimper.

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