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Thursday, September 22, 2011

In Unison.

Prologue: My imagination on the beginnings of genus of a flower.Everything has a love story hidden.



She’s the God’s most beautiful creation
Painted are her petals with tender care and affection
Regal yet genial, she’s a perfect vision. 
Soft and Silky are her features, so delicate is she
As rays of sun bathe her, she savors it dearly
As whiff of fresh air touches her, she dances in glee

But alas! She was not sprinkled with a fragrance
Folks come, maddened by her beauty from a distance
They reach her eagerly, willing to be lost in a trance
As they breathe her in, hits them the terrifying emptiness
As they release their yearning grip, hits her-the nothingness
Left again, after a brief yet passionate courtship, strikes her-sadness

Myriad admirers holding her, on love’s pretext
Embracing one moment yet leaving her at the very next
She was drained from the rejection, she was vexed
But, there was one suitor, a buzzing bee, hidden behind,
He observed her; her every contour was deeply etched in his mind,
He dared not to pursue, for he was nothing, but to him she was love defined

One day, after another rejection, withering in shame, she whimpered
Unable to see her in sadness anymore, he whispered
--his love, vowed her his true love and sweetness he poured
He called to the Gods, pleaded them to make them one
At the Purity of his love, hearts were won
Within her beauty rested his honey, such was the union

All her tears over the years, seemed like a payment so petty
All her lamentations seemed smaller in front of his chivalry
For he sacrificed his whole being for her, dissolved into her softly
Now, she is scented with a pure and exhilarating essence
She sways to the dulcet tones of his love’s presence
And laughs in Sweet blossoms of her fragrance.




   


Tuesday, September 20, 2011

The lil Orange petal.




We, the mankind pledged we would take care of her,
But instead we turned into one mighty burglar
Robbing her stealthily and slowly, we such Jackals!
Now she trembles, a soft tissue caught between the iron shackles

We know not that with our every action we’re being cursed
And we shall pay our price, with hunger and thirst
Hunger of the heart, to be enriched with her beauty
Thirst of the soul, to be engulfed in her purity

Running after the wrong things
Bloodshed over the materialistic cravings
Precious are not Silver, Gold and Diamonds
As every inch of earth is being stripped for 'em within seconds

There will come a day--our race stricken with grief
When we all will yearn to see a healthy green leaf
And that day will mark the beginning of our mortal peril
When even diamonds cannot equal a lil orange petal.



Monday, September 19, 2011

Crescendo.


Someday we shall live entirely in nothing but a single kiss
                                                 -Kyle Parrish






Like the waves rushing to embrace the shore, in candor!
Like the thunderstorm striking the clouds, in uproar!
Like the dew caressing the leaves into a new morning ,sweet amore!
Like the rain drops kissing the flower in a rhythm, Encore!!

It’s a silent agreement infused with a hearty honesty.
Where the girl’s eyes lower, bashfully
When the boy pursues thirstily
And in a trice,to them,the whole world goes misty

Just then,The eyes smile with an ethereal glow
The ears burn with the molten heat flow
As the heart orchestrates music like a maestro
and each muscle weaves a harmony reaching a seraphic Crescendo.