I had been a skull nestling bees instead of butterflies through this long but not yet lengthy voyage of mine around the sun, managing to heist hues from the defunct flowers I could only paint me through the stars on a moonless night with my miseries and grieves, but then one fine day those stars around moon decided to embellish my torpid story and sent the yellowest star to put light upon my stygian portrayal, that star was you, like the drops of the first rain quenching the thirst of wilted leaves you made me breathe, maybe a little more through the fog.
Love was never my genre until and unless my pen flowed for you, but still, I could never put you in frame with even the best of my metaphors; I often sat back with my new dairy and that old head but now those bees no more stayed, rather, there were harlequin butterfly wings flitting around in that, not so grey, gray matter, my flair to paint someone this vividly was new for me even.
You are the one who made me feel gorgeous of who I am, you made me look upon myself with a totally new set of eyes, you made me paint my stygian soma with vivid hues of love, I don't think that I would ever be able to pay you back the affection your heart holds for me anyway possible, all I could do is paint my poems with the hues of your soul and make them look a bit more beautiful.
Ashwii, on this special day of yours I wish you a year as special and elegant as you are, May the clouds of despair never rain over you and the ray of sunshine happiness wake you up each morning, May the Moon always guide you through the dark and you always stay smiling and jolly, Rest I'll try my best that I don't annoy you this year, maybe!
//Even if I ask the best of my words to sum up and paint you down, I would still not be able to paint the best out of you cause the soma you have is the one which is purer than the purest essence of nature and the brightest part of that vault above this earth//
True love is a fact It is not based on thoughts abstract. When feelings grow they are fragile. Like snow near burning woods pile. It takes patience, understanding and care. Only then true love strongly fare.
An ABC Poem is generally included with all the alphabets from A to Z. Since the other way of writing the poem is mentioned, I've divided the poem into stanzas of 5 lines each❤️
Artistic brushes shading the canvas with Beautiful and motley shades so bright, Catching eyes of the beholder with Diaphanous sights making you feel Elysian. Appreciations for the drawer's
Facetiae never compromises the Galore beauty it beholds. The lovely Hues blended smoothly with Iridescent ideas in that elfin, Jaunty mind makes it look more
Kaleidoscopic for those lavish eyes speaking Largifical plaudits about that poignant Masterpiece,an art leaving you bereft of words. Nature smiles so wide by itself for the Oblectation it has, which everyone
Praise with words never sufficing hearts of Querulous souls, more of jealous to Recreate that heartwarming piece, so Scrumptious. Continuous tries and infinite Tatonnements can never bring out that
Ultramontane looks perfectly, for it is a Vagous painting, which never settles, instead Wanders with its pompous shades; a Xenomorphic soul taking its colours Yonders away, for the sky is Zazzy; it creates its own artworks.
Summary: This piece says that the sky is colouful, it makes and erases its own hues, the unsettling skies create wonderful views. The sunrises, sunsets and the nights, every time has its own essence. I have tried to capture its beauty saying that the sky is a canvas and nature is the artist.