Wednesday, February 18, 2009

my dearest moon walked in a ramp yesterday

my dearest moon walked in a ramp yesterday,
walked on a stilleto very concious of her beautiful catwalk.
the stars cheered and clapped and blew kisses ,
but she threw me a saucy smile....
the milkyway spread the snow white carpet for her...
she glided gracefully over it.
planets were pushing each other for a glimpse of my queen.
and i watched her wondering.....is she really mine?
her mood sways upwards as she gets slimmer....
and i get moon struck when she is rounder...
she winked at me as she walked.....
with me arm in arm,
to bow to the audience...
i am elated,excited....crazy...
coz i'm her fashion designer.....


shree

6 comments:

Aruni RC said...

really nice and funny take on the moon.
:D

shree said...

yep i too loved writing it

Anonymous said...

hey shree its totally different type of poem very funny and i loved the last line ...i'm the fashion designer .....hehehe beautiful .


T

Anonymous said...

valo legechey..

:)

Rabu

Anonymous said...

who are you the moon or the fashion designer?
i like the funny expressions.


RR

shree said...

whatever you think,poems are like small stories....reader has every right to interpret as they like.....i could be both RR.
thanks for visiting my humble blogsite and the comments.