Forlorn …

Clasp me tight
And set me free.
Hug me once
And let me go.
I am the wine kept open
And forgotten overnight .
The aroma be yours
Inebriated be you
Even when I will be gone beyond the oblivion….

Would you drink me tonight ??

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  1. Such sweet words to move the mountains and melt the skies.. However I see the sturdier heart of your beloved it was addressed to in the unturbulent wine calm as the sea and unflickering candle straight as an arrow in the image.. thus while the poet appears in the words he writes showing his beloved in the image..

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Manoj Kishore Nayak

Hitherto known as the "Tissue Paper Poet" and credited many a times with initiating the same genre of poetry I, contemplated of writing this blog where I could inter-alia, endeavour to write my random thoughts and publish that of others. The blog will contain subjects of myriad hues ranging from poetry & travelogues to sundry incidents. Being a 'bookaholic' I would like to tell you about the books I read and the authors I meet across the corners which will quench your thirst for literary entertainment and will impart a certain cachet to your intellectuality. Read More...
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