Under the grapevine , in the soil, through the crevice I have dug,Love furnished myths to suffice an ailment of loss..

More the brain is unwilling... More the willingness of the soul.. More the guilt.. More the pleasure.. More the danger .. More of you in my universe...

The sunlight poured into the marble grapes dangling off the vines wondering if they ever get to kiss the soil?

When the sun withdrew behind clouds, the peak emotion of the cloud took over the erstwhile warm atmosphere spraying silver threads from every possible point...

Love..

With emotions fermenting like an age old wine, this grape garden and glossy lip flowers are mine..