Wednesday, February 24, 2010


Under the beams of light,
Oh ! I told you to bite me tight.
It was a that communion,
With the One who took my flight.

Me on the banks of wishes,
Free from sundry blemishes.
It was that communion,
Floating weightless in the water of fishes.

How it goes and Yes ends like this...
Something like a gripped miss.
It was a communion,
That wasn't mine but His bliss.

Left this venomous stride,me in air,
A space there ,we all will share.
It is a communion,
Me in full flair, the presence with rarest rare.