Elysium

ELYSIUM

Long steps taken forward with slow and steady strides,

Enjoying lush green landscapes along the countrysides:

Speckled with blooming flowers in the distant trees,

That swayed gaily in the cool winds carrying salted sprays

As the sun drowns beyond the seas with his last rays

All the straws are sewn to form a world so exquisite

As the words are fed to the ears listening intently to elicit -

An Elysium from the heart having deepest hidden desires

Waiting for ages to be free because of untold sorrows

Of not savoring the glory, buried they were in the hollows

When the craving eyes opened to see the face of reality

Among the bed of roses, there was a lonely palm tree

Planted in the backyard garden of a solitary cottage

Shining droplets landed on her joyous face from the skies

Like pearls from heaven against the darkness in her blue eyes

The heart poured out pitiful tears in unutterable distress

Unable to bear the guilt of envy caused by words of joyfulness

Rotten chagrin & shame ascended the throne instead of euphoria

Although it was a little cottage; to her it was a wonderland

But for the rest of the eyes, it was nothing but a barren land

Those pleasing words aspired to open the blinds of gloom:

An endeavor to live life in the couch of her soul-room

The magical spells were her means to foster a paradise

For ultimate delight is flourished from deep within the core

Then the glamour of innate beauty is felt like never before

February 20, 2014

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The Flower Basket

A basket full of love - rich with endearing flowers,

That are tinted only with colors of utmost happiness,

Made those innocent eyes shimmer with sparkling showers,

While the lips widened to wear a smile of eagerness.

As the basket is taken along the hedges of a beautiful garden,

The breeze of misty morning made dew drops trickle down,

And quench the earth's thirst, letting the shrubs thrive in the open,

While the floral fragrance is savored until the sun goes down.

Suddenly, the morning bliss turned savagely gloomy,

For there came a darkest storm pelting black stones;

Which obliterated the flowers till they bled for mercy,

This brutal assault made agony ooze in muted groans.

The river of sad tears persistently flowed for a long time,

Until the gnawing pain dwindled, then the eyes caught a sign.

Beyond the depths of a fragile kernel, quivering with fear:

A spark of faint hope - making the storm slowly disappear.

When the spark flourished into full beams of celestial light,

The basket is carried again; this time with strength & courage.

Those stones remained at the bottom with their smirks of spite,

To unleash terror; for the traumatic past was held hostage.

It is only when new fragrant flowers are brought in,

Enchanting beauty is replenished with dancing butterflies.

As the flowers covered up those heinous stones of pain & sin

Returning smiles to the lips & joyful shine to those weary eyes.

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Started: 20 January 2014 Finished: 22 January 2014

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