Three dots on her chin,
Was enough to make my heart thin.
The sight of her locks as black as ebony,
Hanging between the poles of heaven;
Made my Cupid assaulted heart racing.
Have I been so sanctified,
To take pleasure in her every stance.
Am I His favorite one,
To devour her charm in her every smile.
I wish I could lay beside her,
Until the time breaks down upon me.
I wish I could look into her tender eyes.
Until the heaven falls down upon me.
I wish I could carry her gentle whispers,
To a land, never heard of angels.
Your impression imprinted,
Inside my eyelids, for it never fades,
Before my usual solace.
Never had my soul cried so much;
To break out free from my
Mortal flesh and reach out,
To her heavenly touch.
In the wraith of the corridors,
I longingly wait upon a hundred nails of hope,
Just to watch her solitary gaze.
To kick start my parched,clotted life,
Once bounded by a misty maze.
I cry:The stitches of love,
She has made upon my face,
Never fades before the cursed,
Untraceable,sands of time.
I pray: I see her smile,
That steals away the breath of man,
I pray: I get a chance to cuddle,
Her thin strand of hair hanging,
Across her blushed cheeks,
Like the clouded straits of Hormuz
I pray:I never get lost,
In her wide expanse of whiteness;
For I simply can’t bear,
Even the slightest forlorn contraction,
Of her endearing face.
-Akhil Ahammed Thayyil
