She's like the poetry of a poet,
An ode to love,
Every painter's muse of his dreams,
Her beauty is pleasing like that of a priest's hymns,
Her sparkling eyes can make the diamonds look pale,
Her sleek black hairs are like the clouds floating over my barren heart, to make it fertile with rains of her love,
Her mesmerizing smile with the tinge of redness on her cheeks puts the rosiest rose to shame,
She's somewhere within me, like the heartbeats,
Continuously reminding me the purpose of my life,
To find her, & to love her unconditionally,
Yes, she's the girl that my imagination has painted,
A girl so serene, ardoring my life like the winter's sun,
A girl, I long to meet...
-Apurba Mandal
Nicely written... I especially like the line comparing her to heartbeats. However, I'm a little surprised that you're writing about a girl though :P
ReplyDeleteShe is a version of you,isnt it?
ReplyDeleteThe version your heart yearns to be.
The version which will blossom to life if you are in some unchartered territory :p