Nishu Mathur

Entrapped, enchanted and enamored
By a  vision ethereal  sublime,
My heart stops for a moment,
As do the hands  of time.
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Hair be raven, golden,  russet,
And eyes be ebony, green or blue,
Lips be red dipped in wine,  
Skin almond or a rosy hue.
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Sweeter than the song of a nightingale 
Gentler than the whisper of a spring wind
Quieter than the murmur of  summer  grass 
Softer than the symphony of hyacinths 
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There  she stands,  the jacaranda tree
In sunshine rays of morning gold 
Wrapped in a lavender stole 
Of flowers so gracefully
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And what do I serve with tea?

Of a cake layered with words - a slice
A croissant with stirring smilies
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Red watermelons, pale musk melons,
Luscious lychees creamy sway,
Purple plums, pastel pears,
Whisk summers heat away.
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I love dusk and twilight 
The veil of nights too
The way the palms sweep the dark
As if on nature's cue
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Yoke smiles 
And twinkles from the eyes 
Blend them together
Whisk, whisk, whisk
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A garden of marigolds....orange, yellow and rust,
Bright, soft and rich, touched with golden dust.
Quiet and regal, sun kissed and fair,
Basil-citrus fragrance that mellows the moist air.
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Beneath the gulmohar tree,  
In flamboyant love,  
A tale of our desires,
Coloring each other,
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