Those sparkle eyes, that shone on dark of nights They lost their gleams in terror of tempest Now you hid them behind those cloudy storms That howls and groans like thousands evil fight Oh how I wish this storm would fade and die
Have I the right to know the reason why You fear and hide behind the closet secrecy The storm had shattered you to me don't lie Those eyes to gleam again, I wish they be
Times was running out and blind eyes still can't see , in hallucination you hide ,you pray and cry, in depth of darkness soul will die One last count on the time, to stay, just try
//A woman is blessed with a gift of miracle by the Almighty to give birth and the lineage of mankind lives forever ,the essence of life belongs to a mother and hers to life.//
She carry her weight with pride in her eyes Mantle of sunshine shrouds on her steps Milk on her breast mounting her grace Perfume of lavender drench on her face
At the threshold of winter Welkin spreads snow white clouds She captures the metamorphic of the crescent moon Signs of conception shines on her breathes She shout in joy "I am blessed "
Betwix the solstice on hot summer sun When days of June are longer than nights She weave in hues garments of dreams winged Butterflies adorn in pinks On Silk of skeins whilst she sings Little angels in heaven dancing.
Harvest moon embellish the sky on forty weeks of sweet expectations Pain of arrival simmers on her belly Sudors pouring on her forehead she enters the realm to create the lineage
A lone battle she struggled The angels pouring strength on her her bundle of joy travels on silk thread from the darkness of womb to the world of light She won the fight She holds her prize And singing in praise she claims "hallelujah! Sweet child you belong to me " whilst the empyrean rings in jubilantly.
It's late night the moon is gleaming, the stars are scintillating on on this brazen vault of heaven. I breathe a sigh and watch the elysian sky as it collects this little puff of air
These wandering stars somehow remind me of my sanctity. This enigmatic celestial sphere connects me somewhere with someone. It's as though I'm connecting with a part of my eclectic self.
What if it's someone else that I'm connecting with? Sometimes it takes days to connect with a friend but an instant to connect with a stranger. It's as if we have known them from ages, and there's a synchronicity between your spirits that bequeaths a sense of placidity.
All i can do is wonder and speculate if there's someone glaring at these opulent stars just as i do. This inner connection that i perceive is so beguiling and orphic, it's void presence has etched a crest on my soul.
As i stood there awaiting the advent of dawn, i found the nepenthe in this cosmic nexus, and it elevated me from deep dungeons of depression.