tan·gled
ˈtaNGɡ(ə)ld/
into a frayed knot?
a contorted warp with inconveniences fraught?
to the mundane mind indoctrinated by the universal regime of prosaic persona, perhaps! but to the psyche seeking to further enlighten itself, not
strand after strand in three luscious locks it molds
woven beauty beyond belief, the french braid holds
meticulously, however, what lies within?
amidst the hundred thousand hairs, is there not a single pair with bodies that spin?
interlaced, interlocked, entranced by the mutating plushness
ineluctably irresistible, the spontaneous pecks, accentuating aesthetic lushness
next comes architectural authenticity
each branch and splitting division of silk spindle cultivating its critically composed unity
fibers fastened upon fibers, the glistening network flaunts its immortal vitality
despite its cryptic and puissant composition, mundane minds might falsely perceive mere frailness and fragility
but only at the deprivation from embroilments at respective coordinates can one question such poised equilibrium among tangles, potency, and charm
Now, I hope that this intwined web of tangling trances portrayed my point beautifully, but if not then we shan’t forget..
to the mundane mind indoctrinated by the universal regime of prosaic persona, all of this is poetic bullshit, perhaps! but to the psyche seeking to further enlighten itself about the harmony binding paradoxical contraries, tranquility shall drizzle upon every conundrum unveiling ecstacy
seeking simplicity
your dainty syllables dribble out
rejuvenation seeps through every pore
elevating above the horizons
my bashful heart soars
with the plush touch of your soft skin
the love coursing within my veins roars
i ponder the sentiments akin
to the radiating comfort embedded in your core
i surrender to my nerves' wish
sewing its neat curve as if it were seldom a chore