The mirror Afore;
Search for it's own image
Echoing the soothing tone
The sky plans the bountiful day.
Love tiptoed into the heart,
They say;
It feels like the sudden unknown flush.
Is it revealed? It is.
That hidden inside!
Like a new bud!
Suddenly bursting out in the open.
Nay knowing the forecast.
Only the poet knew.
They met into a wild frenzy.
The wind of love changes
Everything in a blink of eye.
Poets bewildered!
The heart speaks through the lips
The words try to gossip epics.
Only hand in hand
And together.
Apart!
A smile!
A token! A full volume.
Like the adolescent heart that
Often filled with butterflies!
The whole being is inlaid with
But the other is tender and lovin.
Bathing in the shore of color
They tested the sweetness musk.
Poet knew.
Quivering hearts knows no bound.
Who says;
They've gone mad!
Poet roars!
Enchanting heart dresses up!
And mines the overwhelming nectar
Of enamoured bliss.
Sometimes the hearts might yearn;
To star for rebel.
A fight!
Poet knew.
What to do what not to do!
That is the answer.
You cannot grasp it
Unsnarl it;
You can only feel
The beautiful company of
The constant aching.
Like sending the letter to a starry night!
When,
All lovers stay awake;
Their dreams cannot let them sleep.
The stars cannot let them sleep.
It is like the little bird
The poet knew,
That trying to wrap the sky.
Whatever!
What else a poet could do?
Let the heart-beat increase.
Let the fire go lit.
Because in love,
Poet knew.
Lost senses go deaf,
Only the flow of bewildering excitement.
That keeps them alive!
At a distance,
Someone sings about
the magical throbbing vision;
That;
Cherished inside the lovers mind.
The feel. They get robbed.
Again!
And again!
Dawn wakes up everyday.
Lovers meet.
Each moment becomes like butterfly.
Poets knew.
See.
Open your eyes.
And see how life
Becomes musical!
They come driving a long way.
The poet knew.
Glittering the bubbles of life;
Didday preading brightened aroma.
The poet says,
That is how,
People finds unheard string tunes
Beneath their finger tips.
It is the time when,
Tender hearts touches
The wonder lamp!
Poets often lives
In illusionary island.
But here comes the 'Genie'!
Making million wishes come true.
Only the lovers knew.
Though small wave
Comes frequent;
Culminating to a big wave!
But they showers the pearls too.
The poet blinks.
The eyecoolin moon appears
That,
Always roves their love boat.
Searching the treasure underneath.
The silky weaves withered
And renders the chill.
The poet feels thrill!
The poet fingers that
Write the verses on rocks.
Lie not.
Doth all nay in love!
Who is it?
What is it?
Is it an illusion!
Poet takes a pause.
Is it a dream that is seen;
Poet knows the answer.
They fly far
Breeze gave them the wings.
Love flies like a white dove
Imagination fills the rest;
We feel.
Like
The mirror Afore;
Search for it's own image.
With Love!
@chrysanthemum