Dawn of an angel

Gentle sunshine floating through the window,

Caressing her hair spread across her pillow,

Radiant in the golden hues,

In this world of lies, a truth no one could refuse.

Delicate shoulders peeping from under the covers,

Eyes closed, hiding their riot of colors,

Wrapped in satin sheets flowing over her naked beauty,

In this world of pain, her simple beauty is an audacity.

Soft breeze itself paused and stared, transfixed,

At the whisper of a smile on her lips,

Surrounded by an aura that stays always,

In this world of hatred, a hope for better days.

Exquisite curve of her hips, an ethereal melody,

a sight that evoked ecstasy and jealousy,

Shining brightly like the Orion star Rigel,

In this world of mine, its the dawn of an angel.

The Myth

A myth that no one could prove,

A sensuous grace adorning her every move,

With a laughter that was serene yet musical,

A woman so perfect and beautiful.

Her Kohl lined eyes caused sleepless nights,

Over her beauty, many fought bloody fights,

One's fate no one can foretell,

Yet she could, for her smile was an enchanting spell.

Her beauty was both within and without,

She was like the first sprinkle of rain after a long drought,

She was an enigma yet she was simple,

When she looked at you, her eyes, would always twinkle.

She could make the starlight’s blush,

Her gentle caress, a stroke, from an artist's paint brush,

Her existence a carefully calculated chess move,

She was, and is, a myth that no one could prove.

The Bus Ride

Bright early morning, I have a smile on my face,

As I reach the bus stand, my heart starts to race,

I pray and hope she is there,

The bus rolls to a stop, the suspense is too much to bear.

There she is, sitting by the window,

With the locks of her hair falling across her face, akin to shadow,

Today is the day, no longer shall I be terrified,

I just pray that I don’t get tongue tied.

She travels the route daily at 8 in the morn,

I have spent over a month just being forlorn,

Now is the moment, which shall decide my fate,

For I have nothing to lose, without her, life is already desolate.

One by one, I step towards her seat,

Every moment akin to a herculean feat,

Oh I am scared, I am mortified,

But she is my destiny, I won’t be denied.

As I slide into the sear next to her, I wonder if I am mistaken,

By this angel, I would be forsaken,

Life has never been so exciting,

As our eyes meet, I see that she is looking at me, smiling.