As your enigma unravels itself,
like a flower of prussian blue,
blooming brighter than the sun himself,
spreading your grace, across all the hues
I still remember the place where I first saw you,
It's the place where sun rises the last,
since then I have prayed to a few,
so I could just live in this present, never the past.
Little fights, are the ones we always had,
Sometimes I, and sometimes It was you who was mad,
we paid no mind, to the world around us,
immersed in our simple smiles, without any fuss.
And Ah, those gleamy eyes,
in those I could just see the vastness of the skies,
persuaded by the beauty, mesmerized,
as I dive into the deepness of the universe, reaching new highs.
Yes, it still does make me wonder,
on how can such a marvel of a being exist,
So myself, along with few Gods ponder,
in the winters of west, gathering around a cold fire, in this blurry mist.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A great start with a nice poem, Prakash. You may like to read my poem, Love and Lust. Thanks