Whatsoever my inky feathers may endeavour to articulate, On the virgin leaflets shall not be suffice, to define even half of her, Still the autumn leaves of my emotions along the tranquil zephyr of her love that pendulate, Yearns to become the soul of my verses, so that I can lay the petals of my love forth her.
Hurricanes of infinite oceans merge beneath her lashes, charismatic, Makes my heart plunge and dive deep, stay afloat on the waves of her love, Like the kaleidoscopic moonbow in the night sky, spreads on my darkened soul, her charm, prismatic, When she smiles deepening the whirlpool of her cheeks, stardust of glory showers from above.
The crimson tints of her mellow lips, she steals from the canvas of evening horizon, My dusky beauty when wraps herself in white seems like mountains with the veil of snowflakes, covered, When she warbles the melodies of love, nightingales stand astonished and frozen, If the universe holds millions of hues within it's arms, she is the shade yet to be discovered,
She seems to be a fragment of heavens, that had inadvertently drifted, Her presence enlivens the very essence of this Earth, laps of nature seems to be gifted.
No offence .. I strictly avoid providing opinions on someone's creativity. Otherwise it won't have the unique flavour specific to each individual.
Don't force evolution onto yourself, let the evolution embrace you.
smily_ainaNah... None taken I am asking coz I want to know if somewhere I drifted from the story or incase of some visible mistakes. It would be awkward if someone else points that out Also it's my first ever story so ofcourse I'm excited!
Not forcing anything... This story thing just happened cause I was deeply moved by a certain someone, and I won't be writing any now unless I get loads of free time or inspiration (to write something so lengthy again) that I know I don't have rn.
Being a dark or dusky girl is a crime in India. A strict no-no. JK, you are just beautiful the way you are. Don't give all those hate to your skin. Love that amazing piece of your body part which protects you. Come on, your skin deserves better!
"Hey". A whisper so soft, grazes the skin below my lobe. It startles me when I'm lost in deciding the agenda for the day, waiting in this chilly weather and I heave a sigh of relief when I turn around to see YOU. Our foreheads meet and a mischievous smile spreads across your face. I yelp as your freezing nose tip contacts mine. I miss that.
As I'm walking down the third hall of this massive campus, confused, a hand takes that advantage to pull me inside an empty classroom. It's so dark that when I begin to scream, the other hand covers my mouth and I relax upon taking in that fresh minty scent. YOU chuckle and the deafening sound fills the hushed class and me. I miss that.
I'm numb with the noise of the music and vodka that leaves my throat on fire. The dress is itchy and I long to change into my cotton pyjamas back home. A gentle brush of your warm fingers on my bare shoulder immediately sends electricity to my spine and suddenly the velvet voice YOU hold fades away all the numbness and fire. I miss that.
It might be a tiny spot of red sauce of this piquant pasta below my lower lip, but YOU use it as an advantage, when you kneel down in front of me, gently kissing the spot off my face, while your palms cup my face, brushing your enticing lips against mine. But you torture me by pulling away and placing a devilish smirk, leaving me craving for more. I miss that too.
I miss your cold hands warming mine. I miss your old shirt that I wear from time to time. I miss your calm voice especially when I whine. I miss your goodnight text every night at nine. I miss your tight embrace that's basically a shrine. I miss your soft kisses that make me chime. I miss you and that's no less than a crime.
And I think I'd miss you, Even if we never met. Because I miss you, And we haven't even met... Do you miss me too?