She stands there,
Like a reckless art
With most prudent thoughts.
She is simplicity with utmost elegance.
She is beauty with brains.
She stands in the corner
Of this stupid throbbing heart,
Like a flawless mess…
While I still get
Distracted by her soothing bright eyes
Often tripping over her charming smiles.
Her smile
Is the brightest thing that
I would see everyday.
That lit up my heart
With unexplainable happiness
Breathing hope into my soul
Pushing gloominess away and
Smiles on my face…
As I saw her painting her way
Through the blacks and whites
Of each Day.
And Yes,
The Smile…
The only curves I demands on the girl I love.
The arc on her face…
Pushed through the right distance up her dimpled cheeks…
Outshining the Goddess moon
Awestruck…
Perhaps distracting her,
By her bright heavenly smile
That soothed mortals
Like a cool breeze on a summer night…
Hi there!
I would have kept you in a deception about this article being dedicated to my 1st love but that would be a sin.
I ask you to read this poem from the eyes of A father who lost his wife and has been raising his daughter since then.
You will Find a better meaning to the lines written above!
Pic credit: https://instagram.com/sidhant_harshwardhan?igshid=1fanaeurnttk0
Painting on the top by: Harshita Anand. 💓
Be my guest.
Read it again!