I think we all have a certain aura about us:
Some are charming, mystical, good, bad, even evil... But aura they are...
Aura not in the physical sense of the word but spiritual, rather metaphorical...
Just my musings...
Our Auras
Our auras are different,
We shine in different light:
Some have a halo around them
With pale yellow light,
Some have emitting from their face
A silvery moonlight,
Some carry a strange glow
That comes from an inner site,
Some have a smile like tinkling
of tiny silver bells
on steeple of church's crest,
Others have an aura of mystery about them-
Mystery of an enigmatic character,
Shrouded in inscrutability...
Some emit negative vibes,
Invoke a fear in you,
Make you uncomfortable at the very sight,
You intuitively know
Something is not right.
But every body has
An aura about him,
Defined by his inner self:
His countenance is determined by
The light, or, the darkness of his soul
Some can hide it well from the world
But others cannot do so
And are helpless...
Some can feel this aura
And are attracted by it
This is called chemistry or simply sympathy;
Others can sense it and are weary of it,
Which we often give the name of antipathy
Or simply call them good or bad vibes...
There's something divine in these aura
Our relationships are often
Determined by our auras
I would rather have an aura
That puts one at ease
Then to have an aura that
Makes you uneasy...
Author: Zoya Zaidi
Aligarh (UP), India
Copyright©: Zoya Zaidi
Created: 4th June 2006
Modified: 22.12.2008
Image: Aura by Steven Peabody; http://www.eso-garden.com/images/uploads_bilder/learn_to_see_your_aura_3.jpg
Poetry by Zoya Zaidi
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Written on 2009-02-16 at 13:14
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