The author, Nandishi Shriram

The author, Nandishi Shriram
Colors myriad, yet a land unexplore

Wednesday, March 21, 2012

Time, through eternity

In the fragrant tempest of the imperial green glass
Arises a maiden allure

From which slithers silvery light
Beckoning a moist rose that slips under

Wandering through swirls of time she
Hair anointed with gilded pearls

Eyes of smooth gold, laden with dust of yore
Let her, oh let her be, one with her lovely Being

A knight brandishing a silver sabre, rubies and emeralds
The gait of a tall one, with only eyes that can sense her

The warrior, the damsel, the one that only he can see
They now walk a dangerous wind, of many many lifetimes

To be one, with destiny
Born once more in this life, as mates forever

Her lonely eyes seek only him, through the fog
He knows, this is the one, once more

Sharp as steel, with no one to cut his threads
They are bound forever, in the dusty roses of time

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