Let me make her Immortal 

​Here I string my words together, 

To fabricate an exquisite garland for her. 

Let it glorify my beautiful maiden, 

Her saga be sung by men for ages. 

For I am a poet, I have no jewels, 

Within my words, my pristine feelings dwell. 

Let it emblazon her divine soul, 

And make it the most beautiful one known. 

The mortals here will sing and wonder, 

The grandeur legacy of she, the Immortal. 

                                   – Shekhar 

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Put yourself first, Then comes she.

He was his hero, he was his admiration.
He loved only himself, he was his inspiration.
Then one-sided love happened.

He changed his priorities,
And unknowingly adulterated his own personality.
Then a compromise with his life happened.

He kept on losing him into her,
Bargained with his self respect for one single girl.
Then one day his conscience became his mirror,
Showed him how he became his own villain.
Then a right thing happened.

He switched on to adoring himself,
Letting go the girl ruthless.
The air of self-esteem cleared all the mess,
Blossomed the garden of his life with confidence and respect.

  • Shekhar

It all starts with a smile

It all starts with a smile,

When you just climb up from the age of juvenile.

That delicate blink changes everything,

In your life unfolds that exquisite magic.

You feel thy breath dissolving in some sweet pain,

Consistently entangling yourself in actions insane.

Ballads you sing for her whilst you float in thy fantasy,

But babble and stammer when she conjures in reality.

Cursing the tongue you unveil the organ that never lies,

Lifting up the eyelids you expose the organ pristine.

Like Ganges immaculate thy feeling flows,

And churns the heart of her beyond threshold.

In your eyes inebriated she sinks deep and deep,

Then comes the moment when you blink.

She manages to liberate her from your charm’s net,

But fails to hide that smile signifying consent.

The fireworks of bliss starts in your heart,

To commemorate the commencement of the journey of thy love’s cart.

Sometimes to reach this pinnacle it may take some time,

But never forget, It all starts with a smile.

– Shekhar

Her Addiction

In no time you became an addiction,

Demolishing all my inner fortified resistance.

My breath feels hokum unless it’s mingled with yours,

If you aren’t beside me, my tender bed bites me like thorns.

My eyes doesn’t want to relish the beauty all around,

It only wants to get inebriated in thy intoxicating eyes.

Nothing I want to taste, not even the finest of wines,

Your lips are my Holy Grail, on which resides the nectar divine.

Tasting it a beautiful magic unfolds within my heart,

Pain and ecstasy blend together fuelling the heart to pace fast.

My skin, placid and lifeless sans thy touch, craves for thy warmth everytime,

Intertwining with your palms, each single cell of mine rejuvenates into life.

Such an addiction you have become that I feel perky in your presence,

I flutter in agony like a fish out of water in thy absence.

– Shekhar

Divine She <3

And again you conjured in my fantasy,

Bequeathing me the ecstasy that will last till eternity.

Having eyes like gleaming dewdrops,

Peels my heart and makes my heartbeat pause.

 

You were born human, having features mortal,

Apotheosis in you made you eternal.

Aphrodite blessed you with beauty profuse,

Now Diosa you are which no sane eyes can refuse.

 

Age has gifted you exquisiteness,

Which is visible in your flawless face.

Like a panoramic sunrise at the horizon,

You emanate thy aura to the surroundings.

 

In the shroud of your warm breath,

Solace is the only feeling which can be felt.

It makes my soul melt into a chalice of content,

Guess nothing else I desire from my fate.

 

Thy magical voice sweet like canary,

Fills my heart with profound ecstasy.

The love bird which was dormant in my heart,

Starts chirping the symphony of that Venus’s brat.

 

The touch of your lips on my skin,

Has the power to pull me out of Hades.

It can sprout the saplings of life on the desert of death,

Resuscitate me to life when I will lie dead on my bed.

 

My love to you is chaste like Artemis,

A life with you would be overwhelmed with bliss.

So hold my hand and let my soul sublime,

To the realms superior in the abode of divine.

– Shekhar