Admiration

Petals of roses were missing in me

The smell of roses was missing in me;

She always said, it’s deep inside you.

I believed; I worshiped.

 

He was bible; he was dictionary;

I missed the words; his brain filled my gaps;

I adored the shower of his words;

Flows like a Van gogian painting.

 

She was one of those ‘Dashapushpam’;

Ah ! not one; I must say;

All those tiny flowers;

Not at different times; all at once.

You really need to study the ten different flowers;

 

Reflections painted on his face;

Every action I had; his face reacted in alchemy;

It was never intentional;

Every taste generated from his soul;

Out of cry, out of laughter,

Out of pain, out of passiveness

Out of fun, out of all gazes; I admired it all.

 

Never had the inner drive before;

It was missing in me; till I met him.

Adored it all, adorned it all in my room;

Soulmate knows it. It’s my private room

My heart; my essence; my being.