An Ode(Admiration)

Strummed a melodic chord, your fingers,

In the stretched heartstrings of mine,

Once rusty, now the melody lingers,

Like bronze on mahogany divine!

Dissonance once a hooded mystic,

The tritone, it made me rhyme,

Denies the change, my heart, so drastic,

Buries the dissonance, the sands of time!

Dealt a wicked hand, the world,

Played the rhythm to each single beat,

In severe pain, my parched lips curled,

Till your nectar dispelled the heat!

The Blossom

Walked down the path,

This merciful life,

Flowers and memories strewn about,

I picked up from the street,

The prettiest blossom!

Untrampled,

And in full bloom,

It looked at me with tired eyes,

A captivating gaze,

Or a cry for help?

The petals,

Luscious like the vine,

That passes by along my side,

The stalk a tender, fragile hue,

With a solitary leaf!

The pollen,

The emotions that relate,

To a special, lovely bloom,

Mere grains for most other ones,

An irritant to the rest!

I gazed into the tired eyes,

To decipher what they held inside,

Yet again came rushing,

Those emotions,

That wrench my heart!

The horizon,

Now a dull ochre,

My shadows now lag behind,

I pondered what those eyes would say,

To the next familiar gaze.