//As the sun drowns past the cliff , the trees rumble in glee ; though agony of the sun's departure relishes in them - the new season of blossoms arrives as we walk around the trees when you leap to hold my hand//
Now that our feet went numb; now that our hands don't tangle anymore and now that my curls don't itch your nose anymore ; I observed those trees yet another day growing feeble as the hailstorm wavers adversely, but still it's not the hailstorm but something profound that wounded them with no heal.
As you lay upon the tree's bark , it could feel your warmth same as me who could feel the warmth as your heart throbs rhythmically; yet here we yearn for you though the coldness of your absence drown us wet.
Blues of my tears wrap over the soul confiding its path to your gleaming eyes. As I lay mortal , the poor tree still stands upright which lay oblivious to your immortal memories.
//Hold my hand once dear , so that death gallops my soul from your evil bloody hands//
// Water of past passes away Bridge of love stands by Hold my hand to venture across bridge of love towards future //
Dear voyagers of the Universe, Drop a ❤ if you feel so within the verse. Feel free to convey your suggestions, they're precious to me. #bridgec --------------------------------------------------------- ** Nature has created a serene serendipity, seems like a chimerical dream Lighting up the valleys, winsome wildflowers gleam. Bedecked with snowdrops glistening by winter sun, splendour of bridge to behold Eternal rendezvous of two souls born apart, ecstatic romance yet to unfold.
Bridge entwines two souls with knot of faith by bridging voids in between Ready for venture towards future above raging river of past reflecting myriads of memories scream. Building bridge of love so strong that no incoming avalanche can break Blessed to be bonded with vow of love that no calamity can shake.
// Water of past passes away Bridge of love stands by Hold my hand to venture across bridge of love towards future // **
Strapping blue block heels to my leg,to complement the blue mini off shoulder gown i put on,i snatched my Gucci bag from the rack,stopped at the mirror to assess myself,i smiled back at my reflection,Satisfied with my looks,combing my hair,i heard a mild knock at the door “oh my God,He is here” i almost blurted out,i hurriedly check my image at the mirror for the last time,satisfied with what i saw,i went to open the door,seeing him i was transfixed at the spot-his beauty mesmerized me,his brown rich eye got me smitten,oval-shaped face,long legs like an athlete,“won't you invite me in”his soft-spoken words brought me back from my reverie,“sorry dear,come in”i told him.“is this dark haired,fine looking man for me”I always ask myself each time i see him. Engineer Robin Adelowo is my date tonight,we've been dating for a year approximately and it feels like a day whenever i see him,just as he knows his way around engines and machines,he knows how to maneuver me,going for a late night ride date with him,i have been anxious of my looks and appearance,i want everything perfect but it seems am always a step behind him in beauty and fashion. Travelling down the desolate narrow road surrounded by high tress,can't believe the town that bustles with life in the daytime now silent like a graveyard,no seller compelling prospective buyers to her wares,not a single sound from the church that sat in the center of the street,no cars to scurry down the road,the tranquility and serenity of the town made my thought wanders,I turned down the volume of the music blaring from the car stereo to listen to my heart cries. "Hold my hands let's go on an eternal journey Spin me around I want to be lost in you Draw me closer Let's feel the heat of love Let your hand set me on fire As tingling sensation engulf my body Twirl me around Am yours forever"
I always needed you to Hold my hand and tell me I was beautiful, I was desirable, I was wanted, I was needed, I was somebody, I was of value..... I was so broken that I judged myself according To everything I saw Reflecting in your eyes Never once realising that The only beauty I Actually needed to see Lay much deeper than Than the angles and planes Of my face .
It's me, right here sparkling radiant Don't you remember sometimes under the stove or fireplace, Often Deceived by the phrase "HOLD MY HAND"
And you didn't release me Tangled me beneath eroded soil with distorted lives urging me to rise causing wrath elements propagating little fumes of grief burning homes and vibrant fences sheltering millions under the blue sky but now nothing Less than extinction waving High- five.
See, What you made do whirling life into the end in a minute or two Do whatever you can but it won't break Until you didn't hear what I said,
Fall from the above the world settled so far wet me with the drops seizing up my rage for once get down to witness the sage idling for the love I lost at a young age.
Sita's patience, Draupadi's rage, Shakuntala's silence, Desdemona's loyalty, Helen's courage, Austen's pen mastery, Anne Frank's purity, Cleopatra's wisdom, Malala's confidence, Elizabeth's smartness, Mother Teresa's greatness, and millions like them yet unique on their own living, fighting, spreading love and happiness, but ranked always on the scale of skin, height, curves and name to measure their beauty. When all they ever ask is respect, understanding and compassion, their eyes shining with tenderness and arms stretched to say "hold my hand."
Dear Travellers of Universe Drop a ❤️ if you feel beauty in verse . Waiting for your valuable suggestions . ------------------------------------------------------------ ** Hand in hand On the edge of dreamland Graceful gaze at each other To the tune of heartbeat, feet surrender Caressing bruises, Souls sway pleasantly On a moonlit night they etch ecstasy .
For Love is a dance, An epitome of expressing Romance .
//Wanna dance on the edge of dreamland // **
* GLOSSARY :- Gaze - Look fixedly, Bruises - Injury, Sway - Move slowly or rhythmically to and fro or from side to side, Moonlit - Lighted by Moon, Etch - Imprint, Ecstasy - Extreme happiness or Joy, Epitome - Symbolisation or Representation *