Tag: autumn

Seeds of desire,
when planted inside a woman’s heart,
Become coy buds, blushing in the presence of her man,
And blossom into vibrant flowers at the very glance of him.
But such flowers are bound to wither,
As springtime of love is momentary,
but the autumn seems eternal.
Such is the tragedy of a woman’s unspoken love,
Which blooms in the lovers’ presence,
To dwindle soon in his lack of admission.
The flower is ready to bloom again,
Waiting for the time, for the lover to acknowledge,
The reason for its existence.
As the roots of unrequited love penetrate deep within,
Suffering pangs of the longing for a cherished moment,
That she can relive again.
This is how a woman loves,
Like a silent prayer,
Of a flower to the sun,
Which nourishes her,
Though from a distance,
And she longs to be with him, forever.
The deepest core of her being,
Longing for those beams,
Of light and life,To keep her alive forever,
But she doesn’t realize,
Her mortal existentialism.
After a pensive phase,
And an introspection of her reality,
She contemplates the futility of this desire,
And desires to fulfill this sole wish,
To admire his glory,
from far away.
She tries to spread her fragrance,
To entice his masculinity,
To garner his admiration,
But, the wind flows in the opposite direction,
Diluting her daintiness,
With its gusto, and strength.
And this sweet desire,
Of her tender heart,
Remains in her heart itself.