How do thine eyes weave numerous rhymes
Thine silence plus-es many worlds and words
Soulful and soothing like those wind chimes
Few blossom like springs others cut like swords
Me admit mine clue-less flaws and cowardice
You are a walking poetry, I am no poet
could thee not feel me and mine silent cries
You are the sea, I am a ship, sink and float
Noise-less me word-less thee and souls weep
Because you are not just the air I breath
Smiles of thine ignites shrine, more I creep
You are me, mine, besides and beneath
Dear mine, Let the silences burst into noises
Expectations will die, And love blooms like roses !!!
—-“A Shakespearian sonnet”—
Written for The Strix
Thank you so much dearest Patty for providing this beautiful opportunity to write for “The Strix”
filled with nicotine
On the white paper moved well..
In the imaginary world
glanced and gazed !
How far your imaginations reach?
But they never fly over my roof
Where I stand
With a wish to feel you !!!
Come out of my dreams and imaginations.
Thank you dear Artist. Please contact me, if you ever see this !
Your curious looks
curvy like brooks
Tossed my heart, tore me apart
Your reddened face
lips up for praise
Raised eyebrows, clear and close
Slight smile of thee
Deeper I sink in sea, never sets me free
But Remember !
You need no verbs to describe your nerves
where you stand, how hard you pretend
When you gazed a star, traversed alone and far
I am there
As long as you despair
I will wait, until you repair
Your traces and faces
Because this is no love
In my words
“An Addiction !!!”
Photography by :- Paul Militaru
Poetry by :- Isolated_girl
Originally written for PaxEtDolor Magazine
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