with eloquence

as i periphered along its meander,
as i glanced alongside and startled,
for a moment and then stopped,
she sits beside the river rocks.
as my words would sketch her,
and my paint brush writes her abest,
phrases by phrases & shades by shades,
with eloquence.

with the same settling in my gait,i walked closer,
then braced myself on knees,
then conquered my erratic heartbeats.
an impulsive look & her smile then greeted.
it vanquished my ice of solitaire,
amazed & avatarred i procrastinate,
i procrastinate my will,my wishes.
i miraged my canvas,to insinuate.
i know i could make of this moment,
phrases by phrases,shades by shades,
with eloquence.

like my diary with the leather cover,
like the meander of this sultry river.
she enclosed them all within,
with eloquence.

the cynosure of her almond eyes sparkle,
i bewitched and broomed off feet startle.
her incisive smile charmed,i dazzled.
allured me more and much more,i bedazzled.
she resonate with her lamp black eyes;oh! so seraphic!
i drowned deepest darkest ocean;alas! catastrophic!
she charmed and charmed and disarmed my mirage.
my mirage,my canvas,my leather cover,
phrases by phrases,shades by shades,
with eloquence.

no more the sun could shine,
aclouded by her bouffant layered hair,
she nurtured the night falling amidst day,
with nocturnal now,i was still daydreaming,
undenying her presence i desired…
more and much more,
i know i could make of this moment,
phrases by phrases & shades by shades,
with eloquence.

with my paintbrush dipped in gold,
and the colors on my canvas so bold,
i could draw and draw much more.
meanwhile she twinkles,
she distracts and she winkles.
as i astonished upon her flawlessness,
tanned and golden her skin,
with my touch of a feather,absinthe ran through.
now high and alcoholous,i was struck with the dilemma,
like a poem should she rhyme for me,
or fall with colours on my canvas cover,
with the absinthe still running through,
i decided and i decided much more…
phrases by phrases,shades by shades,
drop by drop..
with eloquence.

then i dropped off my quill,my brush,my will,
to capture the uncaptured,
to be numbed with beauty,
to spell but spellbound,
and then i made of this moment..
i sit and watched and watched her all day,
i sit beside the meander,the river rocks,
till the spur of the moment is left to pass,
till the breath beholder is left to last.
i know i could make of this moment.
phrases by phrases,shades by shades,
with eloquence.

vishu mishra
dated:30-06-11

 

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