Aura of Mysticism
Blog :FICTION DRIVEN BY FACTS...
Date: 11/1/2011 2:33:00 PM
The saree draped around her
Head like a hood,
She entered the room with
An aura of serenity,
But a hidden fear that would lower
Like that draped hood.
Like the smell of fresh grass,
All her senses pitched.
Hands tied together with a
Single finger knotting each other,
She stood there with a silence
that mystified the night.
Her jewellery bejeweled her secret frame,
It's mystique equalled genesis.
A moment of excitement hits the soul,
Cliched to figure out fear or elation the cause of it.
The intoxicated vibes rave the mind,
A dybbuk one could become.
Both hormones exhibit a shyness,
It passions a night that shall be remembered
As the first.