Aarohi Sharma

  Once a while,  Or never in the time Would want to find souls,  Whisper about life and not people. Stuck amidst the dark,  Or never in the stars Would want to admire sorcerers,  With past, present and purpose.  In the splendid beauty of garden, With flowers, insects and supernatural powers Would want to guarantee the mirror,  With beauty and magnificence. In the brick of the bark, with beetles and big black scars would want to promise the power, with obstinacy and mark. -Aarohi

  Your eyes makes me mesmerize, the pinnacle of the mountain I ever wondered,  I would wander. Your voice, drizzles in my soul as you take my name.  For I had fallen for you,  this time deeper than the deepest of the oceans and farthest of the galaxies. I see the glimpses of my eyes,  falling short of sight as I decipher the phase of your brain. And the shimmer in you,  Is the glimmer to bind the obstinacy in my word.  -Aarohi Sharma

The day I see you, I'll have all my lessons to learn and sessions to revise. The moment I learn you, I'll be an honest arc of miracle. The class I awe you,  I'll be the sparkle of your soul and dawn of your existence. The time I gather you, I'll be a plethora of thoughts and inclinations. For I'm the soul of your motive, I'm the peace of your misery. And I belong to the mirror and spirit of your body. -Aarohi

The grace of a bruise, was never found. The art of a synecdoche, was always one in the crowd. The root of the rosary, was always in the ground. And the stalk of the deity, could never be drowned. -Aarohi