Bliss

a little riddle that I lull in my soul

Smile that sharpens at the corner of thy lips

Nights that pass in bliss with a dizz

Dreams, dark domes; and fingers craven home

Bliss. Oh! Bliss. I lull in thy tress

Sworn to my soul, bereft thought a doll

Float oblivious, in the maze of eternalness

With words that slip, over thy hearts blip.

Reviews

[Randhir kaur]

A nce piece...Quite vivid n short wonderful wrds...Thumbs up..

[Kiran]

Thanks a lot for the review.

[Randhir kaur]

Mention not dear..