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//
There was a tinge of sadness in her voice, as she narrated her tale to the audience:
//And today, I am ready to fill the voids betwixt the stars shining with my rhymes brimming with euphoria. The cosmos, which I would paint around the mystical conundrums would offer smiles to unfurl the answers buried with them. I would sketch a paradise for us, where we shall live till eternity. Recalling the days when I made you a part of me, and now, you never feel like someone else. We are one, and will be forever. Pain would just be a myth, as we read about it in those storybooks.
The gloom would dwindle along with the stars at dawn. And along with the sun, would be there a moppet holding our fingers. Cradling it in our arms, we would name it 'Hope'. And as the fireflies drape us along their twinkling entity, the singing birds would embrace us with their mellifluous songs of solace. The sun would be warm against our skin, but the zephyr carrying sonnets of love would make 'hope' giggle. And, you and me would just smile along the way. The soft drizzle of metaphors would drench you with love. And you would look more and more beautiful with every drop you absorbed within.
On the way, we would find an orchard bearing plums of gratitude. I took one secretly, and could whisper the only thing my heart echoed, "Thank you." And we went on, hand in hand, furbishing the voids of my loneliness and etching a smile on their faces.... With 'hope' in my life, I started carving you down in papers but more in my heart. I could feel my future smiling, watching us together, holding 'Hope' in our hands.
People fear darkness in their lives, but then, how will your stars shimmer in the day?//