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Tuesday, April 29, 2008

You're Beautiful

The first monsoon showers
Falling
On the scorched earth,
Quenching her indomitable thirst
For his passion.
When everything turns
Bright
In their love
And shines with their remarkable
Spirit.

The winter leaves
Fallen
On the road, on a foggy morning
With a cup of coffee
Smokes fuming
On the rim.
In front of the fire
Burning
Like a desire inside her
Soul.

The touch of water
On
The feet while it
Touched the oceans and
The froth on the water which
Tasted
Salty like you skin
Washed the shore like the
Mind.

The eyes full of
Innocence
And a face full of
Undemanding happiness when
It sees
You beautiful smile
Shining
As it brings you the
Morning newspaper held in his
Mouth.

The blooming of the
Flowers
On an open field looking
Full of promises.
With each sweep of wind
That
Brings it's fragrance
Like a relief to the chained
Spirits.

The baby stuck up-close
To its mother's
Breast
As she feeds her
With utmost curiosity
Of looking at life
In a new form
Which she had held for
Nine months
Inside her body and her
Mind.

None can compare your true
Beauty.
You live within the body
Of my soul. You are
A bright sunshine, who fails
To learn her own beauty.
A beauty
Which outshines the myriads
Of beauties of life
That had held me
Enchanted for so long.
You are beautiful,
Now let me drink you true beauty
Through my mind's eyes.


2 Comment:

adrijaa said...

nice way to blend the beauty of nature and the complexities of human life..with the neccessary regularity in it.

Lotus said...

...love poetry is no subject these days...need to rationalise it man. ur work is good but sounds of the elysian lands now industrialized! so some industry should be there in melancholy...

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