Wandering in the moors
With myriad thoughts,
In shadows he hid,
In stillness he crept.
Life and love had gone cold;
Hatred arrived from depths untold.
Creatures eyed him with envious glance;
He was proud of his own stance.
In the howling wilderness
Eyeing with scrupulous attention,
He found her, his ameliorating beauty,
Lost and insecure she was, then.
His vanity unwounded.
His prey defenseless.
His decisions unaltered.
His desires voracious.
He could treacherously agitate her, he didn’t.
He could unsparingly disturb her, he didn’t.
He could scathingly upset her, he didn’t.
For, she became his porcelain doll.
He was immensely attracted to her
Invincible fearless fragrance.
He was so immersed in her mysterious eyes
That his eyes did not wince.
She was tempestuously blinded
In his clandestine love.
She was utterly baffled by his
Incisive reflections of life.
Caught in his own impeccable trap,
The beast fell in love with the beauty.
They began to coalesce
And blended into one.
6 comments:
i loved this one malvika......... keep doing great work like this........ we might have a great scholar, philosopher and writer in near future "Miss Meera"...... who knows??????.. superb job sweetheart... keep it up..n all the very best..... m waiting for a lot more from your side to come..........:):):)
Thank you so much :)
would have loved more details on the beauty =)
you seem to have a taste in poetry..
good work
aJ
Well, this poem was a gift to somebody (The Beast). So its just about him!
And, thank you :)
A really late response! But that was so sweet of you :) I hope so too!
Well, she likes to be mysterious! Thanks AJ! :)
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