Her simplicity and grace
compels me to write
a poem for her.
But look at my helplessness,
I’m unable to come up
with words to describe her.
Perhaps behind this is a belief,
words can never do a justice,
can never be that sincere.
What I see in her,
in that contagious smile,
shy gesture yet piercing eyes,
what she shares and what she hides…
is multiples in magnitude
of what no one can ever picture.
For a moment it seems,
perhaps whole world is frozen,
yet everything is smiling
in whatever is natural.
Gardens with untouched flowers,
Oceans with uncharted depths,
Skies with unexplored heavens,
Universe with unvisited paradise.
It’s like exploring a whole new
dimension, as a pleasant surprise.
Sometimes I don’t know,
either I should be appreciative of her beauty
or should I curse the fact that she’s untouchable.
Either I should be praising her grace
or should I curse the knowledge she’s inimitable.
Either I should be in a marvel of her expressions,
or should I curse mine, which never even register on her.
Either I should be engulfed in whole by her talents,
or should I curse mine that fail to do a return.
Either I should be loving her forever,
or should I curse myself that I’m making her an idol.
Now you know my heart
Now you know my fear…
Imagine a symphony,
scale it from an atom to a universe.
picture such praise for her…
Not so close still,
no contour in sight…
though that image is in blur,
But don’t write it down,
your writing would never
be able to catchup
with your fascinations for her.
– Dedicated to the marvels that emerge whenever you imagine your beloved.
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