Unknown is your name
You who burns bright
In the vast and plane pasture.
Stand surrounded
By chosen pebbles
That of which completes your solemness.
Your lone stance that wets
The green beds with brilliant rouge
Draws me ever close
To ponder upon the name
I wonder to be
As dazzling as your appeal.

Uncontrollable hands ticked away,
Rose petals opened up in warm spring wind,
Left me with the fingerprints of your scent.

Uncontrollable hands ticked away,
Disarray of rose petals left to rot in autumn wind,
We pass on from each other’s eyes
As though we’ve never met.

Wings beat in parallel with
The coordination of the wind.
With the growth of every feather,
Another falls out, totally ignorant of
The alluring desperate eyes.
Though I fly away, the wings
Of my future beholds the pieces
I took from the sincerity I left behind.
Now I fly away with the dreams to
Reunite those puzzles - with the
Permission of the stars -
That I stole away.

With care, nutritious soil laid over
The hard shell love had moulded.
Small hope sprouted out from what seemed
To be endless days and nights.
Vigilant hand covered the twinkling dews in fear
They may be blinded by dazzling
Beam of early horizon.

Display of peaceful green soothes
Ever growing concerns.
Prideful grin drawn upon the face
Whenever those fine leaves
Stretched before the morning rays.

Those days, watching you grow wild
Within the gentle touch of a small garden,
Filled me with arrays of emotions.
Anxious to see you withstand
The hostile plays of nature.
Exhilarated whenever your tiny
Limbs danced to the rainy tempo.
Tranquility sat beside us as we
Made conversation our daily routine.

Those days I miss with great regret.
How the excitement to see
The opening of the bud, greeting
The world with your mesmerizing smile,
Painted the stars in my dream.
The star by your name guided
Me towards the land of paradise.

Looking out the petit, square framed window,
A spot of presence brings scarred nostalgia.
The very space my heart withered
With a bud that was due to blossom.

A puff of curiosity withdraws
Bewilderment out of my lung.
Though, quick to become my amusement,
I’m lead into an orgastic pleasure.  

A dose of you completely fills the void
Within the brachial branches of my lung.  
The naivety within me pleasantly
Accepts the corruption that you pose.

A dose of you is now my daily diet
That fuels every precipice of the
Body to its functioning capability.
Minutes without - not tolerated
By the deepest yearning for
A puff of obsession to you.

After the two, I underestimated you.
Time was wasted till four days left to finish.
Piece of cake drove me insane.
All the more did I rip my hairs out
When you gave me that smirk
Daring me to complete you if I could...
Ever.
The more I tried the more I knew,
Petrified before the reality
As I scrutinized at my reflection in the mirror
With saggy eyes that lost its light
And back at you; unfinished masterpiece of Frankenstein.
Chained down by the inscriptions of nightmare
I give up all hopes to be free.

The last 2 days I perceive to be
Long yet way too short.
Truly the hands are moving forth without mercy
As I am writing this poem instead of
My 3rd ten page paper.

It wasn’t given to you
So you can feel sorry.