Windowpanes and shattering shades of curtain br Dancing in tune with blowing winds br Tingles of doorbells, a misnomer br No more waiting, some one is there br Shivering lips, hardly a whisper br Yet, to recover, lonesome but muddled with br Fragrance of lost smile and br Rhythm of chuckling, br And woman at poolside br Gaze to glare with raze br Ravish and relinquish, water marks in your eyes br And the ability to explore dreams in my eyes br Don’t swallow the big burgeoning blushes br Trackers do carry milestones br Do count lamppost of dusk and hammer strokes needed br Rigmarole, you may say, br br Scrap to scintillate a new odor, to epitomize a new fragrance br Roses all the way, cozy to deal with hallucinating elegance br We walk across, scrawling memoirs, crumbling prejudices br Legs moving in harmony, you in my arms, your head lying and tumbling over my shoulders, br My whistling lips, and your half open- half closed eyes br Under whimsical surroundings, br Curvy moon trying to peep in from clouds, br Trees trying to usher in to growing bounds, br Clones and pulsating sounds of rose teasing br Lull ness, but music in thoughts and clutching, br My hands, you cynosure of my feelings, br Closed eyeballs and your shivering lips, br Sky falling over beloved lush-green land br Shrinking horizon in my eyes, br Sequencing through dreamy experience, br Winds to mould and to feel ecstasy of changing realms br br Anurag Tiwari br br Copyright ©2003 Anurag Tiwaribr br Anurag Tiwaribr br