An ethereal yet sublime vibe she exuded,
Her eyes filled with lofty dreams,
Her passion so strong that you could feel it,
Like a rhythmic movement in a stream.
She talked about a “love” not known to many,
A “love” in its purest form, a “love” without a reason,
So intense that it would stand at the verge of madness,
And yet she insisted that it could never turn into a demon.
She would say that it touches the deepest part of your soul,
That your soul senses it much before your mind sees it,
That it’s like a song that only you can hear, a tune only you can hum,
That it’s like a divine manifestation deep down in your spirit.
If you would look into her eyes, you would see the zest in her,
If you would touch her, you would sense the hope in her,
If she ever looked at you with her dreamy eyes,
You would know why deep down I believed in her…
– Yamini Sharma
Photo Credit: Darvas Goss