A Rhyme of Feminine Fantasies

God has fabricated nature’s excellence with His own hands

Casted the inimitable galaxies’ loveliness with His own vision

God has nurtured kindness’ secrecy through His own heart

Entrenched mysterious feminine fantasies with His own grace

If you could ever get a chance to unfold her heart, you will certainly be perfumed by the holy veracity God has positioned in her heart. ‘she’ can laugh while trouncing so many tears, ‘she’ can forgo deep imaginings in order to see her treasured associates thrive, ‘she’ creates imperishable beauties around – the voice that tunes to assonance, the eyes that makes the stars appalling, the expressions that makes oceanic deepness to undergo shallowness, the love that makes the cosmos to forget uniqueness, the fierceness that congeal the hell’s flares. ‘she’ is a steadfast friend, a devoted wife, a dutiful daughter, heartfelt sister, an affectionate mother and above all ‘she’ is a specie blessed to extend blessings whilst preserving her feminine fantasies.

Fascinated merely by purified respect, anticipate cherished moments

Awaits for solo praises drenched in distinctive aqua, she admires manner

Want to leave out every dimension behind, to scrutinize new contemplation

Instincts so sharp, enrage angelic activity; she soars beyond mind's eye

Never feared for self assault; her gentle force paves through mountains

Optimistic in each scenario, accompany only faith if acknowledges once

She’s true to love that engraves her feminine fantasies

She’s chaste to link that basis her feminine fantasies

She’s a women, she’ll always worship her fantasies 

& if I could tell them the real me . . .

It is not like that I am not aware of the concept, people apply to comprehend me and I am certainly not impolite to stay that way, as the eyes that ask me so many questions does concern me. They’ll amend their glare into pliable expressive sight if I could them the real me.

Let’s roll the frame to set time back into my world

Where lies the grids of everlasting enchanting dreams

Never forged of illusion, never sought of solution

Let’s rerun the same trail to feel the warmth of my land

Where lives the passion in sequence of divine rhythm

Never far away to be vague, never acquire to get clean

Mostly I infer various speculations driving within me to unfold those mysteries which, though prevailing from centuries but never acclaimed in anyway. Rather than to think, I sense, I feel, I realize the expressions flowing towards me, the motion, the notion they create – the real essence of the creating that emotion. I may be different in a way very different way, but certainly from the very beginning I realized a unique energy echoing to new dimension. They’ll drench in pure aqua and unquestionably follow my aspect if I could tell them the real me.

Some dark nights exempted me from the limelight

& I waited for the sparks of the evolving dawn

They didn’t come until the shadow prevailed again

Appreciated the actuality of pursuing a path in a burrow

& some passive voices are rising like evolution

They initiated the motive to bring the lost-one again

Here I come to rationalize & if I could tell the real me . . .

They would have conceded it a bright sight and breeze away

There always an occasion in our lives when some unexplainable happenings thrust away our lives to some point where we feel detached from the entire world. but as days goes off and on and seasons shines and dull away, our lives also move forward leaving behind history. pack your bags and lets travel with me to future and make the world realize of the true you !