Bent akin the light that flows
Upon her, and hence, gently shows
The radiance of the one I sought,
The girl I loved, affections fraught
With perils, that hence the world will throw,
And yet, we’re the union of two, we know
Best to make each morn, day count;
To begin to store little joys we’ve found.
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I awoke today from a dream so sweet
Echoing her love in our unseen tryst.
But then, awake, our eyes did meet
And tears that flowed were joyful mist.
Hours that passed by like a haze
Leaving only sweetness, lingering behind.
Her fragrance notched up my craze,
Lost in the feel of our moment's find.
Bundled in my arms, she lay without start
And yet, her heartbeat would now tell-tale.
Staid, on my chest beat her affable heart,
And lips turn crimson from a dull pale.
Frozen forever, this moment in time
For it is only love that could live this day.
Relive it, each day, sweet mind of mine
For only this memory shall strengthen my stay.
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Forever stirred by the sight of my love,
I wait in realms of the unreal today.
Ethereal, she float into the room and how
Thousand eyes could not draw me away.
She shone, like the gold that morns bring
To a hopeful and un-triumphant soul.
She moved, like royal coronations in spring,
To each queen, another regal role.
What heavens have conspired today,
And what were they stressed to do?
What numerous love gods were at play,
When they gleefully hath blessed you?
For oft did my heart skip and leap
And oft did it sing out aloud,
Happy tears, love did once weep;
Consoled in the throes of a crowd.
Drenched hair, bathed in prurient light
Playfully flirt with the breezes around.
Oh, the dark tresses that beckon the night
And silence here, each whisper and sound.
Quiet room; bustling with noise and still
Nothing else can be heard or seen,
Bent and broken, my strongest will,
By visions of a little morning queen.
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Crescent drops serenade her body
Cascading streams that flow in grace,
Caught in the mirth, momentary,
Cry a joyful tear; almost her own.
Radiant skin in the afterglow of rain,
As forged in the molten light of the sun.
Charm; she wears and owns as a gift
Bestowed by humbled, human gods.
A beat follows her steps; gentle
But joyful, pattering in noisy delight.
The ground awaits each one she takes,
Matching tempo, with crisp hums.
Strands of hair hold out the proof
Of her trot in the summer rain,
Yet, give up effortless; those pearls,
Plain with her touch they were graced.
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Unfair, the moments and their call sublime,
Shaken, the spirit in the vessel of time,
Words now fail me, I care not to write
Unwritten letters on blank pages fight.
I look to describe her with words aware,
But seek a word much fairer than 'fair'
Much better than 'beauty' can ever dare say,
And therein my words have lost their way.
Hurt, is her heart and the pride it houses,
Attempts that worsen the fire that douses
By itself, if time would let her just see
She's love, laughter, she's spirit, she's glee.
...
This morn I wake with a strength supreme,
Catching in a tea cup God's spirit; his beam,
She lies by my side, her face is aglow,
A dimple on the wake side did slowly show.
A cuppa of morning awaits her, alongside
Beaming in joys, restraint can't hide,
Why would she pick me, this angel of mine?
What fortune does lead one to such a morn sublime?
The rays light her back, and an iridescent small,
Heavens bless the moment when in love I did fall,
For a morn of this amazement, I care not the price-
My shed tear, a wry smile or a small sacrifice.
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Why do the eyes seek thee across the horde,
And the heart rebels in silent discord
With the mind that reasons, a hundred instead,
The fool has exhausted paths once tread.
Why do I recall each smile as if anew,
As the senses smile, in a weak sinew?
Wine has lost its savor,and the ink its zest
For blended in the potions is a violent unrest.
Call out to the eyes that seek only to find,
The ones that give sight and will yet blind,
Call out to the arms that yearn to be yours
And lie in silent wait through the hours.
...
Hidden in the stream of her flowing hair,
Is a charm that unmistakably stays there,
Over the years, over her jobs and roles,
Over paths that have often hurt insoles.
She walks unfazed, with head held high,
Only a silent prayer; a wishful sigh.
Stronger each day, with her quiet will,
Little joys in life she tries to fill,
Doing most with what she has at hand,
Some scheduled, yet some unplanned.
She moves collected, with unmatched grace,
Faltering some; yet with a smiling face.
Now as the long day has drawn to an end,
She smiles with the breeze that heavens will send,
Mother, daughter, friend and wife,
She plays them all; our cradle of life.
And in her is a light that calls to the unseen,
For beauty unaware truly is beauty pristine.
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Heavens shed tears today
Silently into hours of the night,
Even Gods can feel her dismay
But cry in love past the hours of light.
They would rather not be seen
Watching their loved one mellow,
So tonight, unlike other nights have been,
They turn to the aid of a glad fellow.
Make her smile, they say
For she is hope, we sent down,
To see clear paths everyday
And turn into joys, every frown.
And tried as he did to make her smile
The boy grew fonder of her heart,
Till he could see her beyond barriers of mile
That put those twined souls apart.
Oh, for when she smiles now,
The Gods smile in radiant glow
Wondering what he did and how,
But glad that her smile did show.
Far from her he sits down, glad
That her smile has now returned,
He packs his bag and leaves, but sad,
To where the Gods have now turned.
...
Memories worth a lifetime are now mine to keep,
Silent pauses shared on short walks,
Unspoken, yes, hours of talks.
For in me is alacrity embedded so deep,
Clear morns that wake to your sound,
All else, lost; when you I’ve found.
Will distance matter? Will words not do
Justice to the space in between?
If perchance that could have been,
Why would my words describe only you?
No face, unlike yours will ever calm
Or soothe my pain; a panacean balm.
I see your eyes seek mine across the crowd,
Amidst your merriment, overtakes a shy
Hidden girl, who seeks to find her guy,
I do not measure up – the message is loud;
And clear, much to my gifted regret,
Is the curse, simply, to never forget.
Walk if you must, but don’t you run away,
So I may see you for long as you go.
Not a passing phase, I hope you know
That your naughty glint will always hold sway.
As you go, with you will go my light,
And wishful prayers in the dark of night.
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What is it like to be around you,
To spend more time in dreams awake,
Looking often for your glances few,
Wondering if the earth did indeed shake.
What is it like to walk by your side,
Lightly each moment to lose sweet sense
Your fragrance lilting a gentle chide,
A casual walk, in a moment - tense.
What is it like to hold your hand,
And blend at once with its feel warm,
Nature, this time did reprimand,
In a mortal, she outdid her own charm.
What is it like to sit by you for long,
And ignore the pace of passing time,
To sense exuberance, watching you on song-
Proud; as your head rests on mine.
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A morning it is, bright and true,
When she passes by the window view,
I watch her as the sun does, only risen for a while,
Her walk meandering, resembling the Nile.
The distance means not much, I see her clear,
Heart in upheaval, on watching its dear
Pass by on silent trots, smiling at the sun,
And I, in envy, bereft of the fun.
She pauses; a smile does she bring,
Silent in the distance, heart bells ring,
In applause or awe, at the beauty to behold,
One moment shy, another moment bold.
Silent affections, unsaid but true,
Echo the message to across the view,
Her shadows play trance, bow in the distance,
And a heart in glee over seeming acceptance.
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Silver paths aglow in the night,
Hallow the journey lit by moonlight,
Loose is the wind; heavy and drunk,
In the abyss of dark, all has sunk.
In the midst of commotion,
She glides like a notion
That creeps quiet into a pensive mind,
And moves out before one can a reason find.
Her words ring like wind chimes,
Her voice, the sound of sweet rhymes,
Often at night, she breaks into a dance,
Imperfect rhythm but lyrical romance.
With time, she grows restless,
Her heart and mind listless,
She awaits a known cold breeze,
To let once her suffering cease.
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Tonight the mirror of the skies,
Will fill the sight of her hazel eyes,
Even the clouds offer a soothing cover,
Hushing quiet her amorous power.
The winds stand guard, they let not a whisper,
Guileless, yet they err to kiss her,
The skies rebuke; spread a dark pall,
Slowly yet mightily – a darkness envelops all.
Her smile calms the deathly dance,
Suddenly the skies have fallen in trance,
Her eyes lit up as the moon reappeared,
And slowly the hazy night skies are cleared.
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Patient eyes overlook crowds in the stands,
She cares not for the passage of time,
No noise, no chaos could tremble her hands,
Purity – irony, in the midst of the grime.
Her silken hair cascades down either side,
A tender twosome tuck them in place,
She leans, resplendent with prime light,
Rays aglow, only to caress her face.
Beauty unaware, truly, is beauty pristine,
Robed in humility, streaming allure,
Her gestures effortless, her grace unseen,
And a smile that urges one to endure.
She pouts to place a cup on her lip,
Lifting the coffee in her clasp - warm,
Eyes hesitate; she takes the first sip,
Her face aglow, as little joys swarm.
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