The Corridor Of Love Poem by Aditya Mudbhary

A thousand doors awaited,
As I strolled through the corridor,
Lit with torches flames ignited,
As the howling silence drifted beside me.

Screams of desires and broken dreams,
Rushed out of a great many doors,
And whispers of treacherous schemes,
Flooded behind the other doors.

A tingling buzz around my head,
An upbeat rhythmic heart pounded,
As I saw in front of me a door that was red,
Soon to be founded.

I reached out and so the door opened,
Walked in to see what awaited,
There stood a lady who often pardoned,
A wise one, beautiful and so I flirted.

Her beauty was the likes of no other,
Only feelings of love could ever conceive,
Her smile, captivating, angelic and mesmerizing,
My world by now in a state of cleave.

An ordinary man in an extraordinary land,
There was nothing that I could do,
But to drop down to my knees in the barren sand -
As her radiance marched in and completed the coup.

Her majesty saw me as just another one of her subjects,
Unknown to the spell she had cast upon me,
The feeling of a trillion men at apex,
Converging into a single sentiment within me.

Is it sin to love in such enormousness?
For torture is bound to be bestowed,
But what can a man do when in loves mess,
For without her he will corrode.

So I sit in this glorious bright prison of dreams,
Writing through time, my only and final human right,
To express what lies within my bodily streams,
Dreaming that someday I will be your knight.