I have witnessed stranger things in life but none quite as strange as this, the city is a kaleidoscope of emotions and sounds with jasmine flowers swaying in the wind here the sun is sweltering hot and yet the heart is somehow content as above the sky grows faint. In the spaces between hectic everyday routine and leisurely hours the city wins you over with cinnamon bread, bowl of nuts and buttermilk, here the atmosphere is sweet-toned when a stranger lends a helping hand regardless of caste and colour of time and place, I have spent many an evening marveling upon idiosyncrasy of this kind– the city is peopled with hope not melancholia, with viewpoints both new and old embossed upon the asphalt concrete, tell me would you like me to give you a tour of my home country?
To find a kiss of yours on the stage of twilight when light slowly ebbs below the horizon, leaving behind a sliver of dark orange and dusty lavender what I wouldn’t give to trace my finger on your lips, extract an emotion or two from its bridge.
I taste the saltiness of ocean, as breath is interlaced with the serenity of sky, I allow its appeal to flood the senses.
To gaze upon your brow would be to witness the whirl of coruscating stars, how is it that God has made you so as to lead me upon the path to allegiance, I find I am partial to your visage and in turn have betrayed the moon.
And to immortalize you in verse, what I wouldn’t give to compare with stimulation
by strawberries, to find a kiss of yours in the mist of early dawn for purposes such I await the day.