Written in a romantic mood, but as always failed to succeed.


She

SHE.

Like a lily flower embowered in a bunch of golden hay,
Into my tranquility she hovered with a countenance so gay,
Like a pebble sinking in the sea, embedding it's bed,
She had sunk herself into me, engulfed and lead.

Like the morning streak of light casting it's magic spell,
My heart and soul she dwelt, rechristening every cell,
Like the fragrance of a nectar cup, superfluous and intoxicating,
She numbed my knotted veins, mutilating each cord and string.

Like a nightingale betrayed by its enchanting musical mirth,
Jubilance and joy she spelt enlivening my very birth.
Like a mystics aim for nirvana, a solace for his earthly sins,
She is my goal and soul, but alas I lose fate wins.

Like a mirage in the desert sands manifolding in view,
A vision beguiling me transformed into colourless dew.

Raju Swamy.




Poetry by Raju Swamy
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Written on 2014-09-18 at 13:08

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The vivid descriptions are enchanting. A beautiful and tender poem. Your comment made me smile. You did succeed at creating a romantic scene. :-)
2014-09-18