Enchantment!

  As I step on the land of passion and take a bewitching flight;
In the world of desolation,I love!

As the chirrup reverberates in consonance with the whisper of my heart;
In the world of deafness,I sing!

As the rain drenches my shape and I embrace it to moisten my soul;
In the world of aridity,I dance!

As I look the Sun in its eye and rip it off its pride;
In the world of ebony,I exhilarate!

As the roses wink,blow their scent and colour me red;
In the world of triviality,I laugh!

As the greens sway and the caress of breeze plays over my face;
In the world of stagnance,I dream!

As I celebrate the quintessence of life,the reverie of having you by my side;
In the world of nothingness,I rise! 

Comments

  1. Hayaah24 June 2013 at 11:39

    A beautiful piece <3

    May I ask: was this inspired by a baby delight? :D Or was it the divine?

    The curious me wishes to familiarize itself with the source of inspiration, thus I ask :)

    xxx

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  2. Nuzhat Fatima25 June 2013 at 00:17

    Thanks Bebo <3. I definitely had a 'divine' evening walk on the day I wrote this. Somehow everything looked beautiful and pure. But then something else too and I will inbox you that.
    XOXO

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