The testimonies of time

The lightening streak, in clouds eluded, purposeless seemed any deed.., the sun, moon & the world merely lingered, inspiration they didn’t much breed.. I was stuck in the tornado of time, going on and on with no clear site.., days just strolled past in dismay, the aviator couldn’t control a kite.. This all ceased, that one day, when winds cleared the hazed.., I felt a light brimming me inside, as I saw the prettiest damsel I’d gazed.. As you walked past with panache, personifying a gorgeous tide.., the aura binded my erratic thoughts, and I felt the trance by the side.. Like rose petals floating on pristine water, your hair danced to the tunes of air.., the simple attire appeared ethereal, akin to snowtops conjuring the glare.. My heart seemed exhilarated, thumping.. Yes! I could hear the sound.., my hands acknowledged the transfix, the bemused legs lingered on the ground.., I watched thy silhouette fade away, till the distance as it faded away.., I held myself stirred to the soul