Rush not to her door
And startle her from slumber
Among her dreams
She treads with languid steps
Her heart beats softly
Soaking in the radiance
Unwrapping herself with ease
Letting herself bare
To grandeur of the landscape
Immaculately manicured garden
Golden rays welcome her
With open arms
Follow her footsteps
Lightly as they kiss the ground
Not aware of your presence
She’s yearning for you
Waiting for you to sneak in
And occupy here lonely chambers
Fill her life with your aroma
Rejuvenating the dreams
To become a constant reality
Rush not to her
She whispers her innermost feelings
To the trusted winds
Convey to you, the famed words
A celebration awaits the souls
As soon as you enter her dreams
Unaware of your presence
You take your time
Her door shall open for you
And there you both will be
For love’s till eternity
Dreams become a reality

Humans create lines
Create, live, and die by them
Nature doesn't care

Wrinkle, crinkle, pimple,
bruise;
but our sight remains, of that,
we have nothing to lose.
Or don't we, for the
irises too;
they carry a weight
we can only hope
to be able to
endure.
And they hold, the
sights
that most would so wish to forget
And they hold, the
nights
that pain took its best
bet,
and they hold all that
I
wish to forget
but my eyes, they hold on
to the pain
and regret

but the happiness too, those
treasured few,
moments so precious
that they slip out of
reach,
but our eyes are there, holding on
to the memories

You told me you didn't like my writing because it was sad,

But you still thought it was beautiful.

I hope that's how you feel about me.