My heart would stop beating oneday;
I will be smashed to millions of smithereens.
My tresses, thou once set would be
Bedraggled, eyes; soaked! Lips; parched!
Those thy cwtches and my being fuddled
Those thy chuckles and my being blithe.
Would be dashed along my corpse.
Being together desires, would be buried.
There,over me might be echoes, mournings.
But!! Would never my soul rise again!
Thy divine name would be stamped inside me,
With blazes of endless love and fermentation.
The city abuzz with my death tidings
Funeral prayer will be announced and offered!
Myriad crowd around me, but I in solitude!
Would be Thrown adoringly in the grave
With my glistening face along thy dreams.
But, I vow thee I'll live in thy words
In thy rosy cheeks, in thy pulchritude.
Of my love, Thou would be telling stories
to your children, then my soul will rise again!-
O narcissistic Juliet, never be supercilious
Thy disdainful decorum makes me atrabilious
Strike a bargain once,and having a tryst once
Your looking down upon makes me insidious
Don’t break the heart asunder, be dearest
Your insouciance, rudimentary talking is
Amorousness, but, till when may I tolerate.
My heartbeat, the heart would stop pulsating
Let the marilag ways be counted; I love thee
Queen of heart, you’r throned upon the realm
I, and my being becomes amort sans thee
My inamorata, do come apace and sit beside
O heavenly fairy! I love thee purely and merely
Be acquiesced in love, never be presumptuous-
"Love is a smoke and is made with the fume of sighs"
(Romeo & Juliet – Act 1, Scene 1)-
Ah thy fragile hands and lilac eyes
Keeps me captivating and shaking soul.
Thy insane charms and aromatic beauty
Compels not to utter adieu thee.-
Your words, your smile, your talks, your gazes, your shining face, and I call it my beautiful love...
-
#periwinkles
I know a place
where periwinkle grows.
When the blithe breeze blows
They blue, dance and nod,
With beautiful green neck..
And the bees flit here
I hear their buzzing...
I know thou newly vibrant
Oh they whisper with kind smile
Shake hands with decent aroma
And beneath the leaves
The fragrant ooze.
All I see dazzles me
Thou captivate me...-
The Sky overcast with stars...
and their beautiful hustle bustle
Shuffling of the trees, their leaves,
whispers silence in my ears..
thine softness and decency
compel to be even more blithe...
❤❤-