tis the earthen whiff of the first drizzle,

the saccharine flavour that makes you tingle

tis the yore of an angel’s first breath,

flowers of heart’s garden turned into a wreath,

flying on the wings of a parsimonious Dove,

not everyone is given a chance to love…

tis the peal of laughter emanating from a cherub,

it feels like a thousand bells tinkling en concert,

it glows like the moon in its utmost splendour,

tis the sensual embrace like petals so tender,

akin to thunderstorms that make desert skies mauve,

not everyone is given a chance to love…

very unlike me to write something so emotive on here. but just felt like throwing my emotions around for a bit. i dont like display my emotions freely, they are kept under wraps. the only thing feels like a bit of a sigh of relief is that my blog is not read much, i guess few can venture here. so i can sefely unwind it here for now. been feeling strangely overwhelmed these days, and moody as hell (but i am notorious for it). still cant point from where all this crap is coming. LOL
but the good part is that a nice poem gets created whenever i feel weird or intensely emotional. haha