Earrings Alike Her

By Goutam Tukliya

Not that earrings not fascinating,

that pearl gleaming through

her gauzy skin is a flavour only

but em’ more,

through these eyes winking;

like a sailor in tempest

about a ruby waters,glassy,

she floats the boat to taking it off.

The green breeze across,so beguiled if all

awe or struck,

me a soul by the isle sole,

she kissed for

me writing ‘Overwhelming love or fear,is it?’

an excerpt just,so 

that’s her dare,else

are earrings just,not yet nose pierced for.

Embroidered,

she dresses gold so is her 

and melts silver

lining a valley sheer

a diamond for,

her eyes shut teasings.

I wish not off be,

She tells a secret

“Heart isn’t about a tempest,

I sail for be one”.

By Goutam Tukliya