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.


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.