Here is the next one...Air...the space between heaven and earth...which gave birth to spirit.
AIR
Like the occasional gust of air that brushes against your tender cheeks,
With your eyes shut, as you let your soul get pampered to its peak;
She walks along leaving you mesmerized by her grace and lore,
The bracing breeze or her fleeting look, you are left longing for more.
As the zephyr quivers both the green and ripe leaves, impartially,
She makes a million hearts flutter as she paces past elegantly;
On a typical day, when you least expect something extraordinary,
When the sun shines bright and everything looks merry;
The breeze changes its direction and blows right through your terrace,
She enters your life and you wonder why God is so generous!
Like the breathe enters the flute pores to create melodic symphony,
She pervades your soul to transform your aura in to a mellow harmony;
Just when you get addicted to their enjoyable presence and vitalizing touch,
The tender breeze takes the form of devastating cyclone, wrecking thy life,
No rhyme or reason, she walks away breaking the bond of man and wife;
And you are left wondering why the hell then the breeze blew your way,
Merely to make you realize that, with woman and wind around,
Unpredictability is not far away!
With your eyes shut, as you let your soul get pampered to its peak;
She walks along leaving you mesmerized by her grace and lore,
The bracing breeze or her fleeting look, you are left longing for more.
As the zephyr quivers both the green and ripe leaves, impartially,
She makes a million hearts flutter as she paces past elegantly;
On a typical day, when you least expect something extraordinary,
When the sun shines bright and everything looks merry;
The breeze changes its direction and blows right through your terrace,
She enters your life and you wonder why God is so generous!
Like the breathe enters the flute pores to create melodic symphony,
She pervades your soul to transform your aura in to a mellow harmony;
Just when you get addicted to their enjoyable presence and vitalizing touch,
The tender breeze takes the form of devastating cyclone, wrecking thy life,
No rhyme or reason, she walks away breaking the bond of man and wife;
And you are left wondering why the hell then the breeze blew your way,
Merely to make you realize that, with woman and wind around,
Unpredictability is not far away!
7 comments:
i am no great critique of poems .. but i must say that this was even better than the last one. just wondering how good fire would turn out to be :)
awesome again !!!
Hey u leave engineering and do literature :P ....
i am violating those copyrights again !!!
:Arunabh: Thank you...Fire in Dec :)
:Sai: ye...nice idea...If they they kick me outta engineering...alterate profession hai!However I think engineering encourages creativity...the more you get bored of engineering...the more your to explore the creative side!!
Ok aneesha, hats off! Engineering or philosophy OR literature??? Simply awesome... completely gripping! Waiting for the final part that would complete the trilogy. Kudos once again :)
really nice....and i totally agree with the engineering helping creativity part...
keep on writing
@ Yashika: Thanx a Lot!! :D
@ Karthik: Thanx...Keep visiting!
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