My voice and your lyrics... What a lovely confluence! Two crazy souls have united to bring out a melodious note
Without you, nothing (in my life) would be complete I owe this life to you Thanks to you, the flower of my heart has bloomed and my garden has sprung to life My beloved is such that even spring- the season of rejuvenation would be proud of her
The essence of elegies you disperse on the running clouds, the sky feels like a castle of butterflies which have some black polka dots on their yellow pinions. Those elegies feel blessed to be inside your palms while you look at the kohl of the eyes of some metaphors. They hopelessly cajole the menaces to reside inside the citadel which is made by the cwtch of your innocence yet your sagacity backs your similes and you personify the word "poetry" through the aesthetic vibes on a unknown lapland.
Your ringlets smell like a soliloquy of spring where the flower moon of May urges to the June not to come back soon so it'll enjoy the palace of your words for some day more. Spring springs on the pedestal of your allegories and rests in your chalice of haikus when the hyacinths try to wither on the stillness of dawn but you make them bloom on the radiance of your art of love.
Autumn is sending the birthday wishes to you with a bouquet of red chrysanthemums and the beaver moon says "stay blessed and happy". But the coldness of night urges for some leftover cakes and chocolates.
This place is like a dream to me where my reality doesn't know about that I exist here too. So thankful to those stygian nights who help me to reside within them and shelter my metaphors in a dreamy wardrobe which is made up of love and care. My silhouette is more blessed to find its home finally within the landscape of many heavenward syllables. Since three years, my dream has been breathing here with the melodies of an unseen lyre.
And, inside my cobbled dream, I'm just a mere orchid which blooms in a pallette of colours unknowingly and learning to bloom from other charming orchids and I shall continue to learn how to bloom and rise perfectly. One day, I will wither for sure but before the autumn's fall, I want to enjoy every side of this beautiful cruise.
This orchid is thankful for all the love you water and I will conceal the chalice of your kindness inside my closet to look that how I was loved and lived.
Completing three years here :-*
If I'll tag each and everyone whom I know and from whom I inspire, then it may take me a year to mention each and everyone. Kindly understand the situation xd. And really I'm thankful.