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Jasmine

Wait beside that jasmine tree dear.

I will find you through
the gates of romantic air ,
Where your charm n her scent
dilute into irresistible wishes.

We will whisper our dreams
On the cold wintry evenings,
On the offshore of springs
Till the full-moon awares us .

"Oh thy beauty can elude the
blooming jasmines into early offerings"
--I will write such lines or two
being far off from the world we call 'real' .
We only chose to live the dreams
With us together , didn't we?


Oh yes, they say
To err is human ,to love is divine.
So one day I may not kiss you that softly ,
Your tender palms may seem a bit rough ,
Still the evening jasmine will remain
And spread around our fragrance of love
In silent and pure diffusion .

Wait under the jasmine tree dear ,
For that final time.


SoUmY@

Comments

BirdBrain said…
i know its not for me in any of its intentions and entity..
but i feel dat its for me..revolving around me..
splendid..
splendid!!
awesome..
i l wait under that jasmine tree..
Cinderella said…
Beautiful !!

Its the truth of loving togetherness that matters, if you call it love and call it truth.

Didnt Keats say ?

"Beauty is truth, truth is beauty. That is all ye need to know on earth, that is ya need to know."
Rukhiya said…
Where your charm n her scent
dilute into irresistible wishes.

This and many more lines you will write, far from real, because they are way too beautiful to be real! This is a complete cycle of emotion.

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