For a while

For a while my eyes went ablaze,
For a while my body ran cold.
Beauties were many but u were beauty divine,
More intoxicating were you than an age old wine.

For a while I lost my wit,
For a while I gasped for air.
For you stood there a moment,
And you took the moment away.

For a while I stood still,
For a while I felt nil.
A sight of yours and the earth I felt no more,
Heavens fell on me, left me with a festering sore.

For a while blood gushed to my feet,
For a while my heart seized to beat.
I failed to comprehend wrong and right,
All but lingered was your delightful sight.

For you the celestial being had left me diseased
With some thing I felt never before.
Your fragrance had, had encapsulated me,
It clinched me from head to toe.

August was ending clouds were mending
And time was preserved for eternity.

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Wish to be a writer
I feel like writing about red roses and gardens and rivers
But that would make me a lover
I feel like writing about life, death and pain
But that would make me a philosopher
I feel like writing about poverty, hunger and education
But that would make me a Social Worker
I feel like writing about what is and what was
But that would make me a historian
I feel like writing about the ideal world
But that would make me a politician
I feel like writing about what is right and what is wrong
But that would make me a Critic
I feel like writing about how things are and how they can not be
But that would make me a cynic
I feel like writing about peace and tranquility
But that would make me a believer