Fragrance Of Forgiveness
As the apologetic sun
melts in hibiscus vase
of pastel-peach
horizons and peels off
those pristine pigments
of egoistic elegance,
sailing upon
aquamarine foam
of vanilla waves ~
where dignity
unveils a clemency
within catharsis,
I dare to surrender
towards the
pink-teal blends of
calm dusks and
smoky seas,
bleeding in
hurtful hues.
But, what if,
those luscious
dandelions never
wished to embrace
life's lessons,
laced with
lush embroidery
of martyred trust
and carved a lethal
language of revenge,
instead?
How can a
carmine heart
twirl in velvety
remembrances,
emerging out of a
ebony whirlwind,
when closure's oasis
has never quenched
the scentless thirsts of
those satiric stars,
desiring to inhale
ebullient empathy?
If forgiveness was
a spring's daisy,
I would blend its
distilled fragrance
in the flourishing
essence of truths
and nurture every
mulberry seedling with
nectarine nourishment
of nascent purity.
Maybe, my soul
would accept my
sincerity, if
I confront these tears
and cleanse
the dialect of pain
that still flows in
tropical streams of
endless estuaries upon
black hyacinth beds.
As long as cacophony
surfs on the waves of angst,
honesty will never be able
to scintillate in the
silver strings of tides,
which yearn to weave
shimmering peace with
watercolor yarns.
So, when I ascend
from this earthling's ash,
and take a plunge to
fly beyond the
seventh heaven,
I don't seek to envision
my harlequin feathers
camouflaging
to crystals of copper,
and whispering in my
compelled fall
in hellish valleys,
where I would be
echoed as the
'Princess of Remorse'.
I wish to be a
primrose of compassion,
not for those
juxtaposed sunsets,
embalmed in
loveless lustre
that conjure every
glamour of the
last sunshine,
but for my
own serenading
tuscan rays
that want to steal
each precious
heartbeat of
healing, trailed
by whimsical wisdom
in its fading fervency.
"For those,
who may unfurl,
an eclipsed dazzle of regret ~
let ephemeral euphony sing
in evening-ripples of lemonade lakes,
as, in embers
we shall float,
towards tomorrow's
tangerine serenade"
Copyright © Hiya Sharma | Year Posted 2023
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