poetry
MUSE
I
have run the race of one who expect his dues
My
mind numb as it’s scarred with bruise
On
this race; I stumbled on the laces of my shoes
But
lo! The race I ran brought me to you my muse
Like
whisper, your name dropped
I
hastened like fire was under my feet
I
gave heed to the cues
The
very whisper of your name in my heart
Like
balm, the sight of you calmed my hurting bruise
Your
lips shaped like the Cupid’s bow
Glisten
as you moisten them with your tongue
While
words like salve to a wound
Lifted
me up and out of the cold blues
Whoever
said that the dark will always linger
When
like the sun you turned the night to day
With
the brightness of your smile
As
your large eyes fringed with long lashes
Glitters
like two diamonds
they
Pierced my being shedding me of my walls
And
with humour, your eyes sparkle as they
Drew
me in into their precious secrets
In
anger, your eyes steely and hard they become
But
the engraved laugh lines tells me all is clear
And
that’s all I need to hear
Your
golden coloured skin, tingles my fingers
With
vibrant electricity
Yet
they are yet to touch them
How
baby soft and firm I know they will be
As
the line that frame them remains luminescent
Oh
how can I bridge the gap
That
distance wedged between us
To
change the anonymity
To
your awareness of my identity
To
be able to cradle your heart shaped face
And
trace every angle and line
To
admire the cuteness of your dimples
Even
across the distance
Your
lithe frame exudes power and grace
And
your long fingers exudes strength
As
it tells its tales of fortitude
Your
eyes lit up, twinkling with mischief
It
gleamed like diamonds in the night
As
you savoured the glory of the night’s beauty
What
is not privy to others
Is
your eyes glistened with tears
As
you observed the bane of humanity
Your
nostrils flared at the injustice
That
the unprotected go through
And
with your mouth set in hard lines
You
set out to save the day
Ne’er
the less with you my muse
I
will grace the screens with news
As
my finger tingles to hasten, to increase the views
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