Honey of my beehive was exuding so steadily that couldn't have kept pace with my volatility . Dolorifuge made me overwhelmed and emotions used to make me lost in the lap of garboil sometimes. But " " taught me , brought abeyance in my arms and kept feeling gigil . They saw the metamorphosis in my reflective eyes so closely that how my trepidation made a revolution boldly overcoming all the fears I had.
It isn't true that always love is responsible behind a broken heart of a poet , what if the one is himself a crapehanger , the one who always obtrudes the new beginnings and foists the weight of plights on the delicate shoulders instead of living the freedom of happiness , enduring pain beautifully and pouringthe words with courtesy.
Life has always treated my orenda so benevolently And it's eutony has been showering rose petals on my delicate flaws and being " "of this journey, I kept on appreciating many ups and downs those feets of mine endured .
I appreciated the opia of Emptiness which tried to find itself in the cornea but I told the desolation waving my hand that dadirri has now interdigitated as I myself lifted my little finger to Embellish the abundance by of poetries witnessed under the shadow of eyelashes .
You have been a Concupiscible part of my life like the pastel colours in my stationery , the paper planes to my creativity and the paper boats for my joy. I used to think that these colours are so perky that they can fill anything or anybody with the evident vigor but the day I saw you, your eyes demonstrated that I was mistaken. I was drowning in their gaudiness but your long eyelashes somehow saved me.
You bring out that little kid in me who wants to play forgetting all the worries, I wish to do every single thing because your presence always makes me smell the nostalgia, Yes, I make fun of you because you don't even know how to answer my simple questions , you don't know how to receive the roses I send with the letters but trust me the innocence you saw in me is nothing in comparison of the peace hidden under your dermis.
My heart has a sanctuary in which my love is worshiped and now you won't understand this also. Every time I meet you, the pondering of philosophy, adventures, insanity rush inside my veins , As if the gushing spring is blooming the heart and every little bud of hope in me .
When you talk with the fluency I feel like I am sitting beside a fluorescent river whose voice is the only song I differently ,passionately and fervidly vibe with . The more I lost myself the more I discover you in me, I find tranquility in your storms and a passageway of love in heart .
A pastoral poem that paints itself into me every day as I walk beside the still, 'sky waters'. #pastoralpoem@writersnetwork@miraquill Thankyou so much @/writersnetwork for the like.❤❤ Thankyou @/miraquill for EC(21)❤❤