My Mascot of glee, Lord

Has granted my wish

He presents her a euthanasia

As promised. 

Her eyelids seal eternally 

With all their might

Making my love for her 

Spring up again. 

At the last second of their closure

She feels relieved and soothed 

Silver-blue droplets fall on her remains

Beseeching her to come back to life. 

They drown her bronze casket

But strengthen her soul

The various rituals proceed 

And eulogies along with regrets soak her.

She floats across the stairway to heaven

With a beatific smile pasted on her lips

My constant tabs on the sundial

Finally show a positive result.

It is time; time for her soul to release

She elevates to the entrance

Clad in an ivory gown that drapes

On the surface of the clouds.

Even Aphrodite bows down 

In front of her

Ready to crown her 

As the new symbol of beauty. 

She writhes with the hems

Of her dress

And her lively girls

Continuously nudge her

She trips over its pleats

And sinks into my arms 

But her friends grab her by her elbows, 

Pulling her away from me.

I somehow manage to see her 

Put on a scarlet blush

Her only make-up, 

Through her netted veil. 

She's let her hair fall

Fall, out of waterfall braids

And her velvet curls trickle down 

Bewitchingly to her bosoms. 

Her soft palms hold chrysanthemums 

That look dull next to her charm

I fix my tie and she giggles 

With another stroke of blush.

Every step she takes leaves impressions 

Of her soles on the stark white carpet

Beautifying its simplicity 

as well as her own. 

Dandelions halt in their respective paths 

Only to cherish a glimpse of her view 

And end up awestruck 

By her alluring self. 

A rainbow shoots up and then down 

In the worst of all droughts

Attempting fruitlessly 

To mirror her glory.

"I now pronounce you as husband and wife," 

Chants Eros and we put on halos, 

Emblems of our platonic love, 

On each other. 

Though our wedding 

Was rejected back then

Our marriage suffices 

In the laps of heaven.

We sway together to the symphonies, 

Celebrating our triumph 

Over the battle against the world

As earth stands by our side.

And as we dance 

Hand in hand 

To the tunes

‘We’ turns into ‘us.' 

The word eternity 

Regains its lost meaning

Our parched souls drink in love

Eventually quenching their thirst.

Each colour of the autumn leaves have been given a name:

Pink- Cherry Blossoms

Red- Auburn Bricks

Yellow- Sweet Ambers

Purple- Mulberry Fruits

Brown- Toasted Coconuts

One of my friends once told me

There are uncountable dimensions

To how you can love another

Citing an instance of the exquisite Fall Leaves

From Fall to Fall they fall

Harnessing a myriad of shades

With each shade bearing a trait

Of a particular kind of love

The first place is ranked by

Pretty little Cherry Blossoms

Who hold more than aesthetic delight

Albeit, less than divine ties

And that's exactly where and when

The magical Auburn Bricks step in

Suddenly telepathy begins to make sense

However, their spell strikes back

Their mystic charm depletes

Leaving behind warm Sweet Ambers

Who try and heal your sensitive spots

But, you promptly seal it again

Companionship o'er courtship is chosen

While the obsessive Mulberry Fruits crawl out

Ranging from slits to scars, they go

To tremendous extents

They take offerings to the next level

And the crushed Toasted Coconuts wonder

If their sacrifices would ever turn fruitful

In spite of all the humiliation they face

She presented her theory so beautifully

That it now resides on my fingertips

And even though love is quite flexible

It remains as marvellous as a mosaic.

How gullible is this little empress  So unaware of these shenanigans  She embosoms a pretentious sleeping face  And nibbles at my sideburns As she chants her dulcet hums  I capture each and every inch  Of her niveous complexion  That eclipses the spirit of wintertide Dawn being an escape artist  Leaves her heartfelt tunes  To grow a bit morose  Because it's time for us to run errands For a while I'm left wondering  If in downtown we were to dwell  Would she be as doleful as she is now  Once the clock struck aubade? Or would her doting nature  Vanish with the morning haze?  In a jiffy my thoughts are shushed down  And that's exactly why I call her my Pumpkin But why is she busy contemplating  On what she must prepare for grub  When she knows I will be appeased  With just some cottage cheese, tofu and malt? The wind snatches her handmade tents I open my semi-closed eyelids questioning her mien Then again I grasp her natural foundation  While she finishes ruffling my hair She nods her head sideways saying she is amused  Oh! And all along I believed she was pure blank!  "By the way, Good Morrow Dear," Her wordy grape-like eyes slowly speak. You can catch me on Plain Jane

Somewhere in what we call a fortress Under the balmy skies and woven cardigans He nestles up merrily to my embrace With daydreams of a child, skipping about ferns His false, heavy breaths tickle my eardrums And simultaneously compete with our goldfinch To win my soft chuckles and flushing reflection However, I feel he has something to confide His right clenched fist Tells me his mind is forming dunes Out of a blooming rose Reducing our love to gerunds But even if he kept me on a broken swing In a deserted warehouse or a pumpkin shell My soul would always be ready to bow Bow down to him, just like a barricade His head-rest, my cross-legged posture Then guides him through this vulnerable phase I would grab the hems of my worn-out gown And fling all those question marks towards a bin Now I shall carry on fixing A somewhat banquet in our castle's hub And in the process of my being teased A deep serenade comes to a halt Glistening dewdrops wet our hung-out garments The ultimate incandescence also hits our screen Brightening up our mere accommodation Though just his view, can beat its flair He tilts his front as if I were bemused When actually, I hadn't fallen prey to his prank "Well, Good Morrow Reindeer," He swiftly responds, with a lopsided cheek.

You cried

You cried because you're blown just for fun

Cried because you became a mere soulless molecule

Floating around like a useless being

Because when you landed

They lifted you up

Stared at you

Sneered at you

Sneezed at you

And POOF!

You were blown again

Oh! You cried again, isn't it?

My friend, I just wanted to ask -

Have you ever seen a dandelion cry?

You can catch me on Plain Jane