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The Right Love

Oh my love, the right and last love of my life.
The way clouds start splitting up into small cotton balls and go fading,
giving clear vision of sky blushing with the brightest sunshine to the world,
in the same way you ended all my miseries by coming in, giving beautiful colours to my life.
Waking up with burdens has now been replaced with unexplainable happiness,
as you promised to give me loyalty and your time.
This love is so divine, so soothing, and so blissful.
I’m longing for the passionate feel of being wrapped around your arms;
but it makes me long for more whenever you’re not around.
Hot balls of fire striking my head while you move from me,
adding burns to this fragile heart and taking away all my peace.
This isn’t a let-it-go kind of bond,
but a bond that deserves standing by and accepting the hardest pain.
Wanting to be with you forever could be my only everlasting wish now and always;
I want to hear you breathe, sense your instinct, feel your touch, and completely inhale all the love from your soul.
I just want to scream to the universe about my dreams with you, and stand by you to make all your wishes come true.
Just like how snow pours out slowly and slightly but covers the land fully,
I want to shower bits and pieces of good moments on you and make your life complete.
You make me go crazy, and it’s worthwhile to travel every moment of life with a person like you.

© Yashica Priya

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Shadow of Love

You be my soul.

My eyes, the window, that opened wide,
looking at the real genre of love.

Bliss I felt, as my lips curled and eyes fainted gently in blush,
deliberating that you’re shaped for me.

You being the vigorous armour a man can be built of, to protect his woman.

Having me worried as the days pass by,
your absence added thirst to my life.

While I was craving for you,
the indulgence of pain and freezing emotions stood still.

The resonance of thunder stroke my ears,
morning shades waking my psyche,
glow of sun kissed my face,
by ripping apart the insecurities, I admired the raw pleasure.

As my conscience screamed loud,
I woke up to the delight that you are anyway mine❤

(Just an imaginary poetry) 🙂

© Yashica Priya