He is the minutiae May flower That blooms on the rusty crust Of my canorous and canopy chest And monochromatic sheeny spine His sacrosanct skin is painted With the margins of coffee beans And my Essence met him on The vintage streets of homochromatic spring and those bifurcate were showering syringa and buttercups On us when our souls had the Conversation for the first time
Moon light is draped in his feets sunrays is running in his veins Today stars have turned into The street lights and welkin Is the crimson carpet,on this Special day
His heart is poetical His throbs are metaphorical And i am the sonneteer who Scribbles sonnets on our incomplete love story but I hold the romantic poetry synopsis betwixt the cleavage Of my lips
He is the sillage summer Where i melt my silhouette In his aching dark shadow Near the beach where the Twilight horizon embrace The blue sea and grey sand
He is the cold sunrays that Falls upon the daffodils which Is growing in my backyard and Its petals are sutured with the Hope and love
He is the dusk which is decorated With the holy stars and he embraces All the darkness of my May pink skies And he narrates our love story on The skin of nyctophilia and metaphors On the moonlight and his poetries Turns my heart into velvet colored flower
His name is the holy prayer which rests betwixt my cheery Colored cupids and when he Embraces my brinks with his I start to sing the symphony of L o v e, h o p e and f o r e v e r
PS-happy birthday love its been ages that you have departed but you will still remain special!
Lines taken from a letter: Frida Kahlo’s letter to her husband Diego Rivera -
“Nothing compares to your hands, nothing like the green-gold of your eyes. My body is filled with you for days and days. You are the mirror of the night. The violent flash of lightning. The dampness of the earth.“
I spent a substantial portion of the night of 9th to 10th May 2018, writing my first 'major' poem "Tainted Words" and then I spent a substantial portion looking for a platform to publish it. By a twist of glorious fate, I found @miraquill and the journey has only become sweeter since then. I can't imagine myself without Poetry, it is as much a part of me as my heart and it will remain so. Thank you to everyone who's supported me, who's left wonderful comments under my posts and who's reposted my posts. I'm so so grateful. Thank you to @writersnetwork and @miraquill for the constant encouragement as well.