"apasaras" poems
The fairy of the ruins
Dances away to life's rythm
Chanting tales of the past
Holding together the cracks of time
Sharing her beauty with the dead
Dusting away broken cobwebs
Eternally cradling hearts
Of angels and demons alike
Seeing through imperfections
Of our flawless cores
Rising to her strength
Beautifully as ever
As if it's her only purpose
Watching over wondering eyes
And crumbling souls
Marvelling at the grandeur
Of what once was
Breathing the oldness
As a reminder of the present
Blessed are those
Who meet these Apasaras
Weaving light into our paths
Living deep within
the ruins of our souls...
And in the monuments of people we meet.
Have you ever met an Apsara so pure?
Who invokes the love we can be...
Who embraces the love that we are.
- Divya Prasad
Jan 15, 2018
Jan 15, 2018 at 2:06 AM UTC