Sunday, September 29, 2013

AZURE'13 : Winner Entry 1


Versifier’s valentine

Fingers gently wrapped around a delicate quill

Carving the face in his memories on the page of his skill
Immersed in the exotic aroma of a precious ink
Slowly letting it flow as those thoughts reach their brink.
Divine, as it may seem,
Yet real not a dream.

Weaving her splendiferous face with a profound rhyme
The ink kept spreading with that vivid verse
Sculpturing a beauty that is so exquisite and so sublime
Encircled by that magnificent charm of hers 

Her mellifluous voice echoing in the depths of his heart
Like that melody of his vague memories start
Her fragrance captivates him slowly drifting him away
Each line as serene as her soft fingers sway

Around him her hands draped,
Everything else slowly escaped

Like a gentle breeze she just holds him tight
Her hand entwined with his, fingertips caressing his face
Her passionate obsession enticing him to write
 Feeling every little detail and describing all her grace

Holding those hands and feeling her breathe
Having her so close again, that inexplicable feeling
A desire to hold her forever in his arm's sheath
Every tender touch of hers meant a wound’s healing

The generous ink never dried
The quill kept the poem’s stride.

Each word as pure as their true emotions
To be together again, lost in the realm of time
Dwelling once again in those blue oceans
While he threads all the memories in a rhyme

Pages of such unconditional love and pure bliss
An elegant verse of an undying love ends
Her eyes closed, as he tends to lay a gentle kiss
He wishes he could, but time never extends

For just a little more time with her he craves
But his destiny, even his quill cannot save

An urge to just hug her for another eternity
But it won’t last he knows as it never did before
A tear of helplessness smears the line's serenity
Still concluding with his words as his grief soars

No more ink left to paint her out
No more page to write his heart on
Eyes still wet with his love's memories
The verse finally ends as she has gone

He presents on the page of his life his love’s rhyme
Many like such rests on the grave of the versifier’s valentine.

- Pallavi Tiwari



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