WITHOUT A KNOCK

Like fine whisky

you go deep inside,

breaking all barriers,

past my heart,

past my lungs,

without a sound, 

as smooth as can be,

trembling its beats,

making it hard to breathe.

Next thing up,

vision goes hazy.

Its a chase, I suppose

for I don't see you near,

all it appears is me running,

running right into a dense mist,

perhaps, of love and naught.

As I reach the mist,

like a ghost you dissapear,

letting only shadows,

catch my drunk sight.

After it sobers up, my heart,

the shadows fade away,

sense comes back,

and I reinstate the broken barriers.

Aah! Here comes the twist, 

for the moment I sober up

is when you come again,

like whisky, like love,

walking right past,

breaking the barriers,

as you enter my heart again,

without a knock.

Damn you pretty woman!

     By IKJYOT gujral.