pulchra_poetica

The hills would darken to a blue so deep; no flower could hold, The horizon would come ablaze : alight ,as the clouds unfurled; As the chariot of gold traversed the unfathomable yonder,  And Jerusalem awoke from a restful slumber. Man descried this wonder: He could not help but ponder;  His musings spurred beauty,  Which in the eyes of the beholder guises itself as simplicity.  A reality - With prolific variety. He behaved with propriety;  But oh! The Renaissance spurred by gaiety; Was the best and the loveliest of all.  Then he, with surety  Established foremost an antediluvian society. Civilization became synonyms with piety; Sacrosanct was the aspiration of every dynasty;  As he adorned palaces and temples with great sculptures of ivory  With murals of every deity,  As he gave in to spontaneity,  Man realised, although gradually-  That Art was his entirety. ~pulchrapoetica  Ananyaa          ...

I looked into your eyes  My heart , ecstatic, shattered into a million pieces I drowned and sharpnel rained down on us A sigh Your green eyes they had entire oceans in them They say, I recalled : the eyes are windows to the soul And your oceans my dear had a depth I could not begin to fathom Your eyes held my gaze , startled You remind me of olivine and of peridot You take me back to the emerald circlet my grandmother slipped onto to my finger I journey the universe in your soul Because what are our souls if not vessels? (they're not vassals , never have been  The sharpnel that deluged , you glean was not sharpnel at all an We were teleported Central to the orbit of juliet , the incandescent or We're extraterrestrial now Akin to diamond At home in a way we are yet to discer With time we will know We will learn that ever so often people say things that hit perplexingly close to home We look for an abode In people , in places , we go to lengths of insanity to fossick for it in m...