Participate in the 3rd Season of STORYMIRROR SCHOOLS WRITING COMPETITION - the BIGGEST Writing Competition in India for School Students & Teachers and win a 2N/3D holiday trip from Club Mahindra
Participate in the 3rd Season of STORYMIRROR SCHOOLS WRITING COMPETITION - the BIGGEST Writing Competition in India for School Students & Teachers and win a 2N/3D holiday trip from Club Mahindra

raviteja kasturi

Abstract


5.0  

raviteja kasturi

Abstract


I Think I See

I Think I See

2 mins 98 2 mins 98

Dawdled by the thoughts of one, I stop my feet to rest from the sun.

I hide in the shade of the tree, to find some relief from the scorching spree.

I lay my back to the plush green turf and look up at the floret morph.

The cherry blossoms bloom so brightly, while the sky is painted blue and white.

The gentle wind swoons me high, like a gentle tune from the bassoon might.


The pink of the floret sparks a jolt, that my mind begins to jog and bolt.

Those gentle cheeks that turn pink and bright, are like those cherry blossoms that gleam and glint.

Walking down the river bed, those cloudy tresses brush her neck.

And as she tries to chuckle at it, the wind is quick to catch on it.

She falls to the ground to catch her breath, cause the breeze is wanton to her mirth.

I let my hand help her sit, and she meekly grabs unto it.


She raises her eyes to look at me, her gaze makes my baffled heart forget that it belongs to me.

Those eyes that are azure blue surely lit up a starry hue.

She would smile a beam from chin to the chin and my heart would convulse in ring-a-ding-ding!!!

Her smile was like a mellow lute, that could lure the sailors as would a toot.

I lost myself to that brimming smile, not knowing that it was an abstract simile.


I clench my fist over my bawling eyes, I could not help but snivel and wry.

I look at the crucible of emotions I hold,

and ponder over the dreams untold.

I look up to the sky with my misty eyes and regret that I had reeled into the emotional pyre.


I was snared by that book I hold, reminded of words I was once told:

"Words are just letters until brought to life. Once incited, they will never die."

I was a fool for having fallen for the trap,

for a writer had me going on an emotional wrap.

She was an allure, a forlorn mist, rendered to life by a writer’s gist...........


Rate this content
Log in

More english poem from raviteja kasturi

Similar english poem from Abstract