The elusive charm of a Tempest, sweepingmultitudes of a sense...
coordinated well in the flow, but lost by your shimmering glow...
wavery in my thoughts, of the lost soberity that i begot.
A tempest of beauty, a joy to my eyes...
sweep across my mind...everything that you beguile.
Essential in beauty and existential in my arms!
the serenity in your eyes, that got me back my calm.
For what more can i loose that that I can find...
the mysttic on this blanc is a stranger to my kind.
Struck by wonder i seek thy fine..beauty of the locks
..am I braided or entwined?
Found my words in a paradox undefined..
the weaver of dreams creating an aura inclined....to the callous of thy shine...
did you ever wreck a mirage so divine?
Ardent in grace and thoughtful in time
together in play on a merciless sublime...
do i ask for my senses or do i ask for your time...
the former won't agree till the latter is mine.
Senses i have lost in times of change....
will never know if i can be ever so insane again.
In sane remained my sanity...
lost were my thoughts....
The tempest arose a clarity....
............
,..........
Believe It or Not!
Tuesday, February 12, 2008
Wednesday, January 2, 2008
Starry-eyed Surprise
Jewels, off your beautiful eyes
color the world with your gentle surprise
myriad in the mist of your luminescent guise
restless in thoughts of a calmly wise
the elegance of your eyes from the depths of a quiver
oh please...please don't cry me a river
the immensity of a drop that beset in thy sight
behold, or nothing will be spared in the flow of a might
the dead silence of the night
the shimmer on your skin
the fragrance of a beauty, that lay within
sanguine in existence, you eyes start to speak
in a language of it's own, with an innocent tweak
do i hold my senses or do i hold thy jewels
the former is worthless without its coordinates
the latter too precious for every single fall
jewels i have known of different kind
jewels that cross my weary mind
countless in their form
existential in their shine
but the jewels from your eye
a single one can define
the essence of the infinite
the virtue of reflection
turning the whole world...
upon a single regression
hold my ardent clarity of your fine
lest i get caught in an eternal entwine
color the world with your gentle surprise
myriad in the mist of your luminescent guise
restless in thoughts of a calmly wise
the elegance of your eyes from the depths of a quiver
oh please...please don't cry me a river
the immensity of a drop that beset in thy sight
behold, or nothing will be spared in the flow of a might
the dead silence of the night
the shimmer on your skin
the fragrance of a beauty, that lay within
sanguine in existence, you eyes start to speak
in a language of it's own, with an innocent tweak
do i hold my senses or do i hold thy jewels
the former is worthless without its coordinates
the latter too precious for every single fall
jewels i have known of different kind
jewels that cross my weary mind
countless in their form
existential in their shine
but the jewels from your eye
a single one can define
the essence of the infinite
the virtue of reflection
turning the whole world...
upon a single regression
hold my ardent clarity of your fine
lest i get caught in an eternal entwine
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