Awed am I, when you In your radiance, greets My dulled ambience Your Fingers deftly move In between, weaving As if a silk string attached Roping me in, intricately Echoing a metaphorical Shibari To which I, willing Give in
I used to believe In a static world Cold hard and hostile That things were set in stone That as things change From moment to moment The more they remain the same I used to believe In the rigidness of it all I used to Until I met you
Often times we overlook that which is the most obvious. And often times we miss the eyes thats looking at us with love and affection. But when we do finally behold them in their most beauteous forms, the feelings that are evoked are similar to finding something you lost long ago!