'Tell me,' he said. 'Who are you?'
She smiled. 'I'm an open book about a mystery you cannot solve.
I'm the rose you'd adore, and get pricked by if you tried to pluck me.
I'm the shooting star that you'll be wishing for, instead of wishing on.
I'm the lonely rainy nights you'll miss all year along.
I'm the music you'll miss when you're amidst a crowd.
I'm the art you'd want to paint that no ink could sketch.
I'm the glass doll you'd rather have your heart broken for.
I'm the tide engulfing the moon sprawled across the surface of the sea.
I'm the shadow you'd miss after you choose the shade over the sun.
I'm the empty canvas you'd want to adorn your central wall with.
I'm the thunder you'd wish for to bring in rain for your heart's garden.
I'm the fire that'll burn you at first but will keep you warm forever.
I'm the storm that'll bring mayhem but will leave you weedless.
I'm the moonless night that'll shower you in starlight.
I'm the magnificent rainbow that doesn't lead you to a treasure.
I'm the daydream you hung dreamcatchers in hope of capturing.
I'm the poem you started, and realised you could never finish.'
He looked at her with admiring eyes. She smiled wider and continued.
'I'm the cocoon you painted on, expecting a rainbow coloured butterfly. But baby, I'm just a tricoloured one. With golden streaks.'
She smiled. 'I'm an open book about a mystery you cannot solve.
I'm the rose you'd adore, and get pricked by if you tried to pluck me.
I'm the shooting star that you'll be wishing for, instead of wishing on.
I'm the lonely rainy nights you'll miss all year along.
I'm the music you'll miss when you're amidst a crowd.
I'm the art you'd want to paint that no ink could sketch.
I'm the glass doll you'd rather have your heart broken for.
I'm the tide engulfing the moon sprawled across the surface of the sea.
I'm the shadow you'd miss after you choose the shade over the sun.
I'm the empty canvas you'd want to adorn your central wall with.
I'm the thunder you'd wish for to bring in rain for your heart's garden.
I'm the fire that'll burn you at first but will keep you warm forever.
I'm the storm that'll bring mayhem but will leave you weedless.
I'm the moonless night that'll shower you in starlight.
I'm the magnificent rainbow that doesn't lead you to a treasure.
I'm the daydream you hung dreamcatchers in hope of capturing.
I'm the poem you started, and realised you could never finish.'
He looked at her with admiring eyes. She smiled wider and continued.
'I'm the cocoon you painted on, expecting a rainbow coloured butterfly. But baby, I'm just a tricoloured one. With golden streaks.'
15 comments:
This is so cute!! :)
Thank you, Simi! (:
WOW!! Beautifully penned!! :) Loved it! :D
Shwetha! This is beautiful.
Thank you so much, Sameer! :)
Thank you, babe! <3
Awesome!! :) Did not know you write so beautifully.. Seriously its amazing..
Awesome!! :) Did not know you write so beautifully.. Seriously its amazing..
Thank you so much, Vibha! <3
Love it!!
Thank you so much! :D
Maybe it is easy to write about yourself.. because you are everything you said you were. <3
Thank you so much, Chandu! <3
beautiful !!
Beautiful!!
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