I kissed the goblet
Filled with blue wine
And touched your cheeks
To get intoxicated.
Inebriation was incomplete
And you touched my lips
With your nail – art fingers
To fill my gut with the feel that
I am tipsy and topsy turvy.
No, I am still not high I say
And you kissed my wine wet lips
With your red rose goblet…
I drank from it and
Here I am, facing blissful eternity,
Feeling super highly drunk and
Sweetly love-poisoned, which is
Killing my senses and driving me
Towards oblivion to wake up in heaven.
A poetically playful and pleasing divertissement.
On a personal note,welcome back ! we have missed your unique talents !
Thanks louis…my pleasure…
missed your playful(cricket) comment(arie)s too…
very beautiful…
picturesque just like the words of Rubaiyat…..i loved it
Thank you very much…@nalini srivatsava
Sir, From where this kinds of thought comes to you? Proud to be your student