Resting here by you;
it is easy to lose myself
as your scent fills the air.
Sweet lullabies unfold;
while your small hand you let me hold
just as your scent fills the air.
A baby’s sleep;
will rest a troubled soul
only because your scent fills the air.
A thousand truths;
you may leave untold
yet you let your scent fill the air.
A young man;
will gracefully turn old
while your scent fills his air.
To the world;
he has nothing to prove
as he has your scent fill his air.
December 3, 2008 at 11:54 am
Nice to see this.. after a long time! Its awesome Vishal…
January 16, 2009 at 9:13 pm
It is not ‘a’ perfume.
It is ‘the’ perfume.
The natural scent of a woman that you probably won’t get!
October 4, 2009 at 2:45 pm
“THE NATURAL SCENT OF A WOMAN THAT YOU PROBABLY WON’T GET”
interesting; dud is there any pun to it?
and man its awesome reading your poems, it seems like you have experienced everything in life. Keep it going good luck!!!