Pretty Magician Poem by Paras Saxena
Pretty Magician
It`s still unknown, still, it is magic
For science has no theory to decipher
How rushing in rushes withers away pain
How my theory of life as a grieving journey
Narrates a beautiful muddled story
Of our breaths convolved in a convoluted love
Which tosses a few droplets of bliss
Over my burning skin and yearning soul
For I'm enough, just not whole
As I inhale that sent of happiness
Addressing my dreariness
Politely asks to abandon my being
I thank you "my pretty magician"
For offering loosening love`s knottiness
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Delivering Poems Around The World
Poems are the property of their respective owners. All information has been reproduced here for educational and informational purposes to benefit site visitors, and is provided at no charge...
4/28/2024 5:42:23 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Lovely poem and bit philosophical too. I felt in this line - 'As I inhale that sent of happiness' you meant scent actually!
here happiness is the magician, the women, who addresses my dreariness, and it is said we all have a scent of our own.. so here it is her scent