Her name was engraved in every stria
crisscrossing his soma
screaming her presence
from all visible outlook
Foundered in her mirage
and delirious for her essence
he perched his soul
on the toes of his hope
As he looked through his demurred eyes
the phalanx of her grotesque illusions
made his hope leavened
and in such momentary ecstasy
his bereavement remained quiescent
and the ludicrous heart weaved some dreams hopelessly impossible
but then miracles happen often
in such momentary trice
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Amazing writing, can read it over and over again.
Thanks so much, Lucia. I so appreciate your kind words ❤️
As usual amazing 😁😁
He perched his soul on the toes of hope… That’s so lovely!
That’s quite a wordplay.Brilliant
Thanks so much for your lovely read
Thanks so much, Sonia for your lovely read
Thanks so much
You’re welcome Shantanu Bhai 🌷🌷
🌸😊
Intriguing, loved it!
Thanks so much. How have you been
My pleasure, I’m good thanks. How are you?
I am great. You completely vanished
I was busy juggling a job and a little toddler, guess needed a break!
Are you back now to the blogging world
Yes I hope blogging world remembers me 🙂
How can we forget the amazing poet
That’s kind of you to say, I’ll try to be more regular now!
Please do. More than read please post 🌸😊missed your poetry
Sure I’ll, I posted a poem yesterday, I’ll be posting more :)!
Kyaa baat….. Beautiful composition.👌👌
Thanks so much my friend