Feb 8, 2012

An evasive beauty lies captive

An evasive beauty, an elusive bliss
Lies captive in my lyrical beats,
Like a bird from faraway dawns,
She sings lays of a faraway gloom

With the memories of my bygone springs,
Her wings are scarlet with Ashok stains
Her heart, reminiscent with rich perfumes
Of the tender buds she left behind

My maiden love of foreign lands,
Summon her by her real name
For you know her well enough

She, familiar with your skies and stars,
Answers to the tunes of your fragrant woods,
Dances to the pulse of your wristlet-rings

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