Sprouting LoveA Poem by Diwakar - "The Warrior of Will"A friendship turning into loveThe divine nature got stunned, When our destination merged, First time you held my hand, A lightning of feeling got surged.
Wind was stirring mischievousness, Sun was concealed with cloudy envious, We were travelling with time, Yet its impact was extraneous.
Our hands were glued together, My shoulder was happiest to serve your head, The bus was in its own world, We were cuddling in our own thread.
Smiling were showering from words Discussions were feeling aloof, That bench still cherishes that moment, Where we started our home without roof.
Moon’s shyness was evident, His shine was spreading onto my life, We were experiencing telepathy, Silence was covering that benign strife.
Those 7 hours were magical, Passed with speed of light, Every second was exquisite, Dissolve into my soul, a delight.
We were together as friends, Yet something was strange, We were talking endlessly, Dearth and miseries were out of range.
We created a true friendship tie, Translating earth into sky, Roller coaster has already climbed, Ride was definite from that high. © 2012 Diwakar - "The Warrior of Will"Author's Note
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12 Reviews Added on April 26, 2012 Last Updated on April 26, 2012 Tags: Romance, Love, friendship AuthorDiwakar - "The Warrior of Will"Delhi, Delhi, IndiaAboutI am a dim ray in the world of enthralling darkness of misjudgment and iterations. I am a note of melodious tune of peace in the world of cruelty; I am a mischievous thought of freedom in a cage of fe.. more..Writing
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