Why ?
When you blush,
Even rising sun
Feels jealous of your
cheeks.
When you walk out alone
The breeze races to
caress you,
To carry your fragrance…
When you open your
eyes
Even sparks
explode
And God created
tears.
When you smile,
Even monks stop
meditating,
Gentle enough aura
spreads…
When your fingers
touch
The jewelry box,
inside they fight
Like siblings, to
be adorned.
When you suddenly
turn
The earth sighs,
because
It couldn’t do it
for you.
When you laugh
Your hair strands
jump
In excitement to
touch your lips.
When your feet
Touches the earth,
the high up
Clouds jostle each
other, in regret.
When your iris
moves
Birds becomes
observers
To watch the
flight of your eyes.
When you speak
In that flow of
sound
Lungs forget to
beat.
And when you let a
flower,
Be near, it
shivers like him
In wonderment, at
your kindness.
1 comment:
Why?
An attempt at worship and at throwing unapologetically extravagant compliments, (maybe some people would still accept them?) and the title, ‘why’ is a bizarre question to be put at the end of each stanza… How’s that for a twist at the head? I had woken up in the middle of a night-sleep and I salute her… the spirit of the night…
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