Achromatizing Unaffable metaphors

You never knew how my thoughts for you,

were born,under truth of the sun

how they captured you in symbolized honor, 

articulating grace of an Arcadian muse.

You never heard my words, 

never tried to fathom the waves of my rhymes

That would have echoed your majesty,

and praised your perpetual virtues.

You never felt touch of my verses, 

like rain drops from the heaven

Those were clues of my naivete

seeking a touch to the thousand hues of your aura.

Maybe you never felt that you were the first,

still invaluable to the heart who chases you for eternity, 

You, who no longer know that I exist, 

I write so that you will apprehend me,

I don't yet know how I become a bard.

The tears of solicitations lives in my tenderness, 

Every poem I write is like the reconciliation of me with you

Though you wouldn't taste it,would never embrace

the endless ornaments of my words

Yet I put them up to keep breathing 

Reviews

[quinfinn]

a reflective and poignant piece, lovingly embellished with the adornments of obsession. well written and cleverly penned.

[Balkaran Sidhu]

thank u quinfinn :)

[Baby Ricochet]

This is one of those analytical pieces that feels like it was written with surgical tools.

[Balkaran Sidhu]

thank u :)