Aesthetic Florescence

When Splashes of yellow spectrum,

Twirls the ray of mango-ripened sun.

I still wonder why the waves you rippled upon me,

Tunes my rhythmic tumultuous mind.

Dawns we met, glares we gone through,

Evokes sublime thoughts,

That scoops the layers of love.

When twilight blends with blurry darkness,

The moment when roses are dormant,

Only to sprout the tales of budding romance.

The world twists up, scorches

The melodious note of togetherness

And I am the yellow flower,

Who eagerly glances,

Who will shower upon the loveliest look?