By Anveeksha Reddy
You fill my books with your ink, seeping into the pages bright and brilliant
The words etched into the cracks of it, refusing to budge you stand tall and resilient
Slipping away from the paper, crawling into my veins, the vanish of my pains
Your vehement presence, radiating warmth standing to its proclaims
My solace you bear, carrying my overburdening views with no complains
Dazzling my pride, you adorn it with high might, breaking the blames
My vice, my muse you shape my every inch with complete care
The reason for my belief, the ever found love so rare
The breeze gentle and caressing, soothing the injured and healed
So timid with its cuts, another spiel of brisk and sealed
Shattered fragments lay beneath, cold and convictive
Pieced to unity, they form another print, retelling yet another tale so predictive
You flare, your ashes too black and weary, your flames burnt and exhausted
You also freeze, shallow and aloof within yourself yet not once you are frosted
At the horizon we meet, a blend so beautiful the ice melts it’s guard, the fire less intimidating
At any moment, filled to the brim with everything so warm and invading.
By Anveeksha Reddy
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