A woman of choice

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Down, they go my words of appreciation,

When I have the permission to witness,

The end of all the expanse in beauty?

Then, there is sunset, you on the shore,

Coming across as being in disguise,

Of a mermaid ready as a figure of destiny!

When I consider a form of revenge,

In the presence of all of human form,

Due in transporting beauty that exists, I see I am not yet

A particularly big part of nature and its essence.

I see planets in the solar system and I see earth,

With all its nature and particularly its sand holding together,

On the ground amidst windy storms -  Is there stillness?

And when after the storm - 

Yes, I realized a particle of sand is still, yet relentless,

Under the pull of all of the planetary motion and it,

Is contained by the gravity of the planet!

There is a granular resemblance in it and me.

Where, to be on the ground or in the deep waters,

When the life of it is in the air, the air that you breathe,

You exclaim that life exists everywhere and you,

Are a fresh breath of air and I realize that I am,

An absolute cause - Stones and turtles, yet the same.

I have to be merry making for I am game,

To an extent of extreme lip service that includes,

Camaraderie! Can you begin to believe that it exists,

Between me a mammal, and you as a mermaid -

Water and air – as always have to be essential!

I forget that I am not to be a stranger,

But what about all the animals endangered?

Live or be a skinned leather on a bag or a purse,

Or a belt for a pant, I realize the shirt is still bright.

And my chest is hidden behind it surprisingly!

My life is remotely connected to the figure of purity,

And I have to be honest I see you in all kindness,

With long hair now, sitting in a chair with all honesty,

Presenting what matters to you, cognizant of thought,

And I believe my absence is worthy – In what I like to believe!

Time is an expenditure! And time is going to be up!

We are to move on, and achieve our respective goals.

But I am an old school personnel, going back in time,

And for sure, heaven or hell, I will make it happen!

Crazy is about when crazy happens! You believe me!

I am not to surrender to a random thought on an even,

More likely random thought out of a random expression,

Of a mathematical equation to realize that the solution,

Is unexpected or random, but the intent was not!

As we begin, I have watched you more than you think I have,

In all your journey and I came close enough! For the failure,

In our so called communication gap that we can put our blame on - 

Modern technology and all of it being religious!

Consider a futuristic thought, what I say in randomness –

A king to a woman, is more than a man, a ruler,

And a ruler abandoning his thought of his likeliness,

For that woman is being just like another man!

Yet, he is not to surrender his crown and his empire!

And to be a foolish man to leave a woman of material,

Of all the things held against her and yet bring herself,

To him in the presence of her dear ones, to prove her longing,

And place him on a pedestal – Strange and unknown!

That is the nature of a woman withholding paradise!

Who is to blame for the coincidence?

Courtesy: Manas Vallabh