Her Blissful Sight

Her thoughts were golden,
like the evening pewter
painted on the horizon,
with hint of turquoise and wild hue brilliance
spread across crimson skies

In such juxtaposition of dusk lights,
I stood there bewildered,
agape and astound,
with my eyes filled with
thousand shade of hidden surprise

I tried with all my might,
applied my grit,
but couldn’t accost her shimmering glare
nor arrest her dazzling glow
in my yearning heart’s abode

For she was from a different world,
meant for a different time
and my mere soul remained blessed
to have my stature entwined to her blissful sight

Copyright © Shantanu Baruah

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25 comments

  1. Awww,, this has been painted so vividly..Love the wordplay and the beautiful picture it paints.Also, the yearnings of a heart for a thing desired so strongly is beautifully portrayed.

    Don’t we all sometimes desire for things not belonging to us?

    Beautiful poem, Shantanu. ( I’m reading it again and gain)

    Liked by 3 people

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