Unknown Love - Poem by Naman Bansal
Personification of chariness in her eyes;
Metaphors of her drowsy lips, the red dark love lips.
Cupid is there in her heart.
She's a girl I was born for, she's a one my heart worn for.
A princess with a sacred soul, a woman with a hollow maul.
I don't know either to love her, or to live with her.
Mystically she knew it that I love her, yet she saves all the personifications;
In the smile of her untouchable soul.
Her voice is like a song of the rain;
Everyone can hear it but only few can understand.
The touch of her precious magical hands, are the touch of conifer to me.
Linguistically, magically, mystically she gave me all that she wore;
And made me a drunken sore.
Each and every train passes by her;
Makes me realize that she's about to leave - forever and ever.
Leaving me alone in the oblivion of love she built, an illusion.
The one fanciful dream yet far away from the mystic reality.
Greeting cards, coffee mugs, chat messages were all getting fade.
Just then she threw the stone and the dream got it's shade.
I am back to reality;
She's there in front of me.
I can see her, I can feel her.
I can kiss her, I can hug her.
Yet again I've to believe it that there are some relations in this world;
This can’t be addressed as love.
Even though if it is, it's ONLY there;
'IN MY HEART' which is ironically not mine.
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