Didn't know what love is? But when I found her, I got the meaning.
With her, those two or three weeks seemed more than a century.
Those weeks that I have come after spending with her.
Now I've missed every minute, I want to relive every moment I spent with her.
That living feeling. That goosebump, that crushing.
Do you know how it was? It was as if she had filled life in me with her soul. It was as if the wounds within me had been healed. And of all the precious things, I found her smile the most precious.
My heart was never filled with the joy of talking to her and being with her.
I have retained the feeling of her being till today. I will never let that feeling gone and die. I felt a butterfly, I felt rose petals, When I saw her smiling, her Bluffs, and when she murmured. And when she suddenly touched me, her sense of touch gave purpose to my life. Her touch makes some current flow within me.
Like She thrills me. Like she pulling madness inside me.
But I didn't know before she came, My wandering heart used to be completely broken and lifeless.
But then she is.
She came into my life for a few moments and then all of a sudden she left, but as she left, she filled the emptiness inside me with some of her memories and gave it noise.
I know you're not here yet but still you stay @john_solomon Miss you Jack....this piece dedicated to the precious discussion you used to have.
Never and Nowhere, end her chores At the tip of end, they grow more Finding herself, centred in kitchen With the taste of art, she got smitten Cutlery composing the background sound Culinary art to keep spectacle, spell bound Though everything she needs, is present near But air sometimes has a stinky smell of fear But when it's She, who can dare Night departs for the sunlight, clear So finally she steps ahead to cook To create masterpiece, by hook or crook Begins with opening refrigerator and drafts What ingredients she has to bake a craft Preparing the batter while adding the eggs Marinating with spices, the chicken legs Setting the timer to strike the maturity Pouring the sizzling sauce of curiosity Selecting the dish with measured curbs Brushing the base with oil of adverbs Sprinkling the top with iconic metaphors Blending the bile with humorous colors Mixing allusions in a salad, saccharine Serving in illusions, some truths, divine Finally she stands holding masterpiece Sense of aesthetics, tastes the peace