Aura.

Even the Greek sculptors would fail to capture your beauty
The mystery, the allure all have their specific duty

How the clouds part to reveal the moon and stars,
Who are well aware that their spell has been cast,
Your arrival brings a similar magic,
To not stop and admire it would be tragic,

A sin I would not commit,
A whim to which I cannot submit,

None can compare,
To the aura which you have ensnared,

As flowers at the beginning of day
Like the moon beckoning the water astray

Crystal is my mind,
My feelings for you have me intertwined,
The epitome of excellence is you,
The model of all traits
It is true!

The conundrum now seems how to let go,
How to evade destiny’s call
How to turn away from my curtain call. Continue reading Aura.

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A Healing Experience.

There aren’t many things that I am grateful for in this world but she is as transcendental as all of the objects in the universe combined. To have her in my arms can be described as feeling, all of the warmth of nature’s creations in a rub of our atoms.

You are the light of my eyes and the food to my soul.

So come into my arms and let me love you whole. Continue reading A Healing Experience.

Within The Confines of My Mind.

Shrill cries pierce my reverie
Vine-y fingers encircle my arm
Shoulders shaken, the cacophony-of worry- fills my ears
Mutely, not protesting in alarm
I am dragged back by The Distressed
Back to my life-as they see fit
I try to speak but am silenced
Not allowed out of home since birth
Atleast not without an escort
Eons have transpired in their pointless worry
Visionless by birth, voiceless by the protector
(I realise) I cannot tell anyone of the things I see
For in my condition, who
In this world would dare believe me Continue reading Within The Confines of My Mind.

Anxiety is the friend who stays past dinner and doesn’t want to go home.

Then a few times more

All in the span of five minutes

And if there was still no response, we’d argue

“They’re probably busy,” I’d say

“They don’t want to talk to you,” she’d say.

“They must have not checked their phone.”

“Maybe you said something wrong.”

My friend started sticking around a lot more. Continue reading Anxiety is the friend who stays past dinner and doesn’t want to go home.

Wishing On Falling Stars.

  I wished to swim in the yellow sea of daffodils I sowed, But it turned to red when my heart explode. I wished to break free from the demons of the past, But somewhere my mind is locked up in the chest thou hast. I wished to touch the moonbow spread out in the dark, But my wings were too injured to leave their mark. I wished to dance under the soggy rain, But alas! Even that won’t wash away the pain. I wished to count all the stars, the dull, the bright; But there’s a war up here, … Continue reading Wishing On Falling Stars.

The Hidden View.

  Everything is silent, all is still No one around to view the thrill; Small, tiny light A shadow moves The petals move, start to sing Wind picks up, nature’s music starts Starting at point base, feeling in the heart Born to feel, always live the same Never let the soul ever be tame; Starting to move, step by step Slowly at first, but fast at last; Keeping in tune to the sound of the heart Finishes, beautiful spin; tidy dancer starts off again; A silent applause, for no one to hear A feeling of gratitude from those who are … Continue reading The Hidden View.