Love

It's that one glance, where,

I can feel, a hundred numens,

Dancing inebriated,

To the music of your soul,

Lyricised by my life.

It's into your eyes, where,

I could see all my demons,

Hanging themselves,

Leaving a suicide note,

With the word SHY,

Scripted on it.

It's your voice,

Which casts a magic spell,

To my every cell,

Making me numb,

As if it is reacting to your every syllable.

It's your aroma,

Which ignites the environment,

Leaving me stupefied,

Where I could stand still for one entire life.