She flows and she rhymes
She sizzles, perplexes and captures my mind
No simile for smiles
No metaphor for eyes
...
As if I am drenched in sweat and tiredness on a hot summer day,
And a sudden cool breeze caressed me to my dearest hale.
As if I was sick and bored and amidst the most dullest site,
...
Her every move is a puzzle, a craft,
But thinking is not an ability of my heart.
I am all fastened in her thought,
She doesn’t reveal –if there is a knot!
...
Alone and void, but not bored
Lofty and assured, having been cajoled?
...
Has anybody had the glimpse of heaven?
The Spring in God’s orchid, fruits and flowers laden?
A girl in my life made this happen.
Arduous it is to ascertain, what cradled the spark,
...
I don’t care for your love’ -when you promulgated,
Felt destituted of life and my heart was strangulated,
I managed to hold on, the breath was sinking,
And somehow squeezed and let out a smile, but so flickering.
...
My Poem
She flows and she rhymes
She sizzles, perplexes and captures my mind
No simile for smiles
No metaphor for eyes
My Poem is ravishing and stunningly shines
Leaves me breathless, the author was divine.
She walks, she talks
And through my heart glides
Keeps me high, my Poem is my wine.
I try to read her every day
And I pray,
I can read her for the rest of my stay
Mandeep did not write her
But claims with his sign
My Poem is my poem
My Poem is……mine! !