The scented trail

Happily surviving encamped, in the cosy comforts,

Good food to eat, even better to ponder upon,

A shelter that sways not, not in a downpour,

Not in a heavy wind, persistently insisting me,

Not to leave, assuring me that I am safe within.

The woods outside, deep and dark, damp and bleak,

The moonlit stream, sparkling, cool and clear,

The mind vividly contemplating, those not seen and felt

Mildly seeking an escape from the familiar refuge.

A faint laugh, from outside; a figure shrouded in mystery,

Standing by the door, she walks towards me, her gait graceful,

Her smile enigmatic, her lips full and moist, her looks mischievous

And her glances beckoning, she nears me, caresses me kindly,

Whispers in my ears,'Do u realise that I have been waiting for you?'

A stare, obscure and penetrating, disturbs you more, I can vouch,

Swiftly she glides to the door, only to turn back and

Tempt me even more, the dusky light fills in as she moves out,

The misty forest, the scented trail and the full moon,

Sprawling Vividly as imagined, I move forward.

Running behind the ever so elusive, smitten by her charms

Her pace, fast enough to let me follow her flowery trails,

I come to a stand still, there she stands, by the moonlit stream,

The rustling water, the thumping heart, a thousand screams inside

'Did you come for me?', coyly she asks, with eyes sparkling

'Oh fair maiden, oh sweet thing of beauty, who might you be?'

The water still, the wind stiller, a thousand screams inside

She leans across, holds me near, a dulcet voice in my ear,

With a mystic smile, she says 'I, my dear, am your unwritten life'.

This is my maiden venture in poetry. By the time I completed writing this, I decided that I should not be attempting this any more :) Unless I come across another movie like 'The Brothers Bloom' by Rian Johnson and get inspired by it :)