The way you steal a glance or two
through the curls of your hair
blinding your eyes
obstructing that view
And how you kill that smile
ostensibly disappearing
before it can see the sight
in the brightest of the daylight
And when you perspire profusely
in cold mornings
while we shiver and wait
for our bus to arrive
And those pretentious occasion
when the voice dies in your throat
before it can find any distinct flair
forcing you to nervously tap fingers
on that vase by the table side
Everything that you do
and you chose not to do
and every occasion you
impede your love to freely flow
send quivering shocks down my spine
and though I try hard
the emotions betrays me
and invariably shows on my visage
Copyright © Shantanu Baruah
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……….obsession and lust provides such alluring writings! well done, this could be part of a movie script.
Fantastic word choice as always. And love the finale. 🙂
Thanks so much 😊🌸
You are so kind always. Thanks for such lovely words
Thanks so much, Sonya. Always pleasure hearing from you
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Bless You!
Thanks my friend. You as well 🌸🌸