She was strong when he was. She was weak when he was. Locked in a cage by choice, They found their freedom in captivity. Their love began with a metaphor... His killer smile, Her vulnerable drug!
feeds my hunger in dark dome
one cold winter night
pulling me to a new world
immersed in her wilderness
This tanka is written from the perspective of an adventurer experiencing Northern lights for the first time. The verse uses this elusive journey as a metaphor for fondness or passion in love.
“You are often dirty, and not neatly dressed. I wonder if you have ever taken a shower.
With full hopes, I approach. You greatly disappoint me. However, on a casual meet without any plans, you don’t fail to surprise.
You act so cold to the outsiders, but also beckon them by and large. I’m unable to make up my mind about your personality. Should I always keep my expectations low around you?Continue reading
“You were a silent charm,
with comforting arms.
You caught my eyes,
right at the first glance.
Having seen your hypnotic trance,
I can’t help but wonder,
how people ignored you all these days.
My heart throbs,
cursing those unlucky flock;
also, blessing my lucky stars. Continue reading