Running your fingers through my tresses,
Tresses that have grayed with time,
You search for stars, while
My eyes anxiously follow your penetrating gaze,
To spot any disappointment which may be mine.
Burying your face in them, you whisper,
‘The stars though camouflaged with time ,
Still retain their dazzling shine,
And I am ready to live through thousand hells
to keep them in the world of mine.’
A warm drop, just then ,
Touches and streams down my nape,
And I knew those lips
hadn’t faked a single line.
@ Bilquis Fatima.
‘Love of Gray Times’…brings a certain warmth in our feelings …being assured of love is really healing and helps immensely to keep us going through hard times…lovely ink!
And I knew those lips
hadn’t faked a single line.
Thank you Pushmaotee Suburn.
An intense,passionate,and uplifting piece of writing
Thank you Vijay Nair Sir.
Short but packed with passion , power , sweetness and confidence.
Thank younAmita Paul ji.
A delicate yet perfectly understated passionate work rendered with the author’s commendable poetic aplomb.
Thank you so much Sir Louis Kasatkin for your valuable comments.
Delicately passionate l poem which reiterates that love does not fade with age.
Thank you for valuable comments.