i met someone, junoesque, stunning as fading hue,
mesmerizing, fragile and yet soft as a falling dew,
i read her, she seem to me as if a porcelain doll,
sauntering as melodic tunes, under this sky so blue,
incipiently, i thought of her to be gentle and Serene,
layer by layer, I realized and know of her as keen,
startled, wanting to know more, i kept reading her,
skilled, adroit as ballerina's pirouette, she's a queen,
i concluded this, she's nothing but pure poetry,
an image; firstly, but to be realized as a symmetry,
placed in a way, to make sense, or to baffle you,
a beautiful rythm, alluring, an enchanting melody,
A flower, not to be plucked because of her allure,
a wild one, untamed, hard to be found, yet pure,
i wish to be your friend, as i admire you from heart,
a doll, obstinate, with steely resolve, an enticing lore.
with time you'll be old, withered away, as we all do,
i evoke Him, to save you from all ache and any rue,
through my words, you'll always be young and alive,
on elixir, immortal, written to be read, to be pursued.
Author's Note:
I tried to put in words the nature of a girl i have met and come to admire wholeheartedly, as she's beautiful not just by her charms but from heart and soul, no one's perfect, she too, is not so perfect. but she's an amalgamation of an imperfect symmetry that sounds like a melody.
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Catastrophe
कविताSolace and peace those words unknown to me, Chaos in my existence thoughts and mind, I portray them through my words, On the brink of losing myself, Held by a thread with sanity, I am falling toward this Catastrophe...! ¤ I have blended the amalgama...
