Thing Called Love
It makes itself known,
Like a lone rose blooming,
Rising into a desert night,
With the cruel morning looming.
It responds to her touch,
As she croons and cajoles,
The seed of warmth,
Embedded in my soul.
It grows in me,
Like a much-wished for pain,
My soul soaks it up,
This cool desert rain.
8th of September, 2012.
Salman S Khan, A vibrant pink rose blooms in a desert at night. The moon shines brightly in the sky illuminating the scene. Sand dunes stretch in the background. Stars are visible. A sense of solitude and beauty is captured