Wear my whispers

Wear my whispers on your serene ears
I'll say the magical words..as goosebumps will tickle on your velvet skin
Laughing all the way down lynching all your pains
Wear my whispers and melody of love will follow your ways
Cacophony in disguise will talk talk slithering all the sentences I could never share
Swinging over gullible moods charm won't dare to leave you
Not all deserves to be discovered some are better concealed
Our journey is an euphoria we'll fight as wrath is meant to overtake
Whisper I love you in stormy nights whispering peace
Whispering lullaby to insomniac like me & I
Have patience my lady.. They'll advise and quarrel
They'll tease and care but remember they'll be with you
Wear my whispers like blankets in the most turbulent winters... You'll shiver and so will they
They'll jingle like a song of spring.. In middle of December
Dream catcher in worst nightmares, my spies, my gaurds
Not humiliation but wear my whispers as pride
Wear the sober and rusted metal bound to diminish and irritate
Wear the trust that they seek and deliver
Do wear the truth..
Or lie just in whispers
One I could hear and confess... One on which we could argue
One to realize how incomplete we are without each other
Wear my whispers... Wear till the last breath of your life
To remind how I was... And what a person you brought out of mine
Wear my whispers as I carry your perfume by my side

By - Kshitij Sinha
8/6/2018

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