MY STRING OF WORDS….
Through the vivifying eyes of imagination I see,
words floating royally on red rose petals,
through the emerald waters of freely flowing rivers
gracefully relegating all shackles and boundaries,
offering glimmers of beauty to those who choose to look
and deeper reflections to those who choose to seek.
Adoringly, I keep watching from a nearby bank
bewitched by their disarming charm,
and attempt to capture them lovingly with cupped hands
in which they blink as unrefined diamonds,
as if they are assessing my worth in silence
before allowing me to string them into garlands.
What glory can my untrained hands offer?
except to wholly surrender my heart in admiration,
as scattered thoughts search for their destined place in paper
not decorated with the glitter of meter or rhyme,
as I keep writing to feel this non pareil bliss
and to honor the kindness of my guiding muses.
How limited is my knowledge and expertise
yet my aspirations of beauty reaches so far,
well trodden are the paths I have chosen to travel
while galaxies of unknowns beckon from afar,
as I wish for my words a life like those snowflakes
so sublimely touching hearts before they dissolve.
© Anjana Vipin E