ON MY LIPS, PLAYING VIVACIOUSLY..

Well, nothing historical like Roman Elegies in this journey,
But it still has a story that stretches back to the days,
When I used to love its amorphous sharpness.

White, or black, or pink, or yellow, colours adored me,
When you were on my lips, playing vivaciously,
Dipping in me with a tippy playfulness.

Today always waited for tomorrow, in jocular anticipation,
When it will be the time of the day of emancipation,
In unison of us, and your piquant acess.

Having you was always complete and the feeling was so intrinsic,
Penetrating deep, melting in my thoughts at the moment,
That I would have you before all caress.

Scalding or piercing, yes, at times you would intently act so,
But then you had become a tale so personified in my soul,
That I would always look beyond, inside me, for address.

Then suddenly, one day, you told me you had a revelation, for me,
That gone are the days when you used to be mutual with me,
And the piquant was to be bitter now with sullenness.

I didn’t accept that, and like a child’s virtue, I still don’t follow it,
For, what you felt to me, was basic to me, pure and pointed,
Yes, it soured initially, but never in absoluteness.

I know the story is yet to be told, I don’t know how, and when,
The piquant is still not bitter, though is bereft of touch now,
Missing that flavour of life dipped in your playfulness.

Colour Collage 2

ON MY LIPS, PLAYING VIVACIOUSLY..

©/IPR: Santosh Chaubey – https://santoshchaubey.wordpress.com/

THE READING WAS MISCHIEVOUS..

The taxi was not driven.
The driver was not smitten.
The ginger was maniacal.
The mister was on sabbatical.
The ride was jumping, groovy.
The guide was thumping, curvy.
The taxi was bubbly high.
The driver was suitably shy.
The drive was exciting.
The driveway was not enticing.
The ginger was on fire.
The mister saw the wire.
The ride was in place.
The guide was not in race.
The reading was mischievous.
The payback was impervious.
The taxi was not driven.
The words were not given.
The driver was not smitten.

🙂

©/IPR: Santosh Chaubey – https://santoshchaubey.wordpress.com/