July 4, 2024 • New Delhi, India

To hold you in my Orbs when I’m passing by

To embrace your configuration one last time

Fixated they stay on sky all night

The grace of strides

The eyes of knight

The articulated art of a poet it thrives

Miraculously shining

Silver adorned smile

Daisies or daffodils couldn’t dim it’s light

The etched lines

Waves that wash the shore at sunset

Each inch such carved it radiates with blissful stillness

Dawned so bright

It’s difficult to hold

When those blazing pairs stare into your own

Distilled fraction it breaches and roars

For not once they part it’s name any more

Identity it loses in path to Edwin gardens

It always remained with the name of mystical gardens

Stars bestow moon emerges dull

Sight it loses apprehensive within

The days went by

Nights that pierced the veins

For when it shatters only it is painted within

Mere prose are never meant to spare

Yet never enacted but archived it bares

For a stranger appears one sided hymn

It sways In rhythm when it sights those shining doe glazed sure visions once again

hidden in dark avenues glittered with dust inclusive Enchanting echoes deceptive of

solitude within

Hand ticks by and it vanishes in thin air

Just as the tainted palettes of Boundless ends merges with the horizon and are never

retractable again