I know not
How far
My words
Shall travel
Where they
Will meet
With a similar
Frequency
And my feelings
Shall be
Deciphered
Riding those
Waves of
Similarity
Send a
Message
Back to
Me
Connecting dots
With words
Across
The cosmic
Path
One day
We shall
Meet
Through our
Words

In a world filled with,
Boisterous lads,
Vivacious girls,
Who would see our lonesome wallflower?

In a world filled with,
Discrimination, anger and carnage,
And people who are so savage,
Who would see the kindness,
Who would see the sweetness,
Of our lonesome wallflower?

In a world filled with,
Superficiality, selfishness and disdain,
Where soon humanity shall not remain,
Who would see our lonesome wallflower?

People see what's outside,
To them, exterior is what matters;
Nobody can see the substance inside,
Of our lovely, lonesome wallflower!

In a sky, dense dark and grey,
when predators lookout for their prey
squirrels scatter every which way,
leading the path for my stay.

Drops of white pearls,
tear down the pink petals
glittering under the sparkling sun,
with beauty ne’er outdone.

Peeking through nature’s looking glass,
lies a beautiful heart of yellow grass
rests a reservoir of sweet gold,
that inveigle the swarm untold.

All the drizzle and haze
that forged an irrational maze,
ended with what may bring
the spell of fragrant spring.

Now bloomed the bud,
in the mucky miry mud
waiting to be plucked
the florid Hibiscus.

Lotions and creams,
pay no heed to my screams-
Pains my inner impressions
through ****** concussions;
enveloped by flattery,
a repressed reality- Of
hidden expressions,
hidden dreams
and unspoken deeds:
reveal the beauty beneath.

Algid aether whisked over
pure white translucence;
under twilight’s luminescence
her enchanting eidolon-hovering
afloat, screams off her plight,
sprouting orbs of delight,
it was love at first fright.

Traversing edges,
gliding o’er sledges
undulating ridges,
crossing broken bridges:
One could sense-
the Zephyr’s nudge;
glacier’s gelid grudge-
Frigid frail feet, fail to budge,
the mirage of hope, forever will trudge
traces of existence, begin to smudge.