This one goes out for Aaishwari

This one goes out for Aaishwari, my blogmate, team mate, what all and not. But, to be accurate and precise, one of the very very few gems that I posses. Love you darling, my beshtesht buddy.

A poem which lingers,
Somewhere in my memory.
A word unspoken,
And an untoldstory.
Whisper of the lines,
Criss-crossing at my palms.
The essence, the fragrance,
of flower farms.
Aaishwari, a magic,
and a petal's glory.
Like faith shines in,
Beads of rosary.
An anticipated knock,
At a wooden door.
A drop which seeps in,
To the core.
Warmth and comfort,
Of a winter bonfire.
With wings' flutter,
And voice to inspire.
She is everything,
a painter's imagination.
A song that is,worth its creation.
A tune that is hummed,
in joy or sorrow.
A moment that is lived,
for today and tomorrow.
She is always a soul,
To my hollow words.
She is a flight,
Of many ambitious birds.
Such charisma and pride,
there in my friend.
Even more, she being,
My essence and spirit.

P.S. : You told me that it' ll be crazy writing for ech other. I am sure now you wish You hadn't. You forgot how I love doing crazy things.

Forever Yours,
Piyush Singh