Angel..

Far aloof the world of race
accosted by the divinity of peace
curled over to prevent the slicing winds
maneuver, giving a sense of subtle tinge.

Cooing Cuckoo tearing afflictions apart
Those genuine smiles and newly born never part
Subconscious having taken over conscious
No wonder are they thy incarnation

Bashful sun guarded by armed clouds
not long, before the fire star egressed
faint blue light turning into olive rich yellow
Seemed bent on, parching the pale human skin.

Its in the midst of summer
shrewd was the nature,
apropos to flaunt its esteem.
Sun being as bright as it could ever be.
Spotless sky, offering no resistance
to the flying fauna,
fluttering their wings pursuing distant horizon.
Dare say, the creation on a roll.

There appears along the milky waterfalls,
with ferocious liquid
carving deep into the mountains
royally making its way to destiny,
AN ANGEL.

The very presence provoking desire.
Aesthetically rejoicing winds.
ogling king of rocks, mesmerized.
Leaving the endurance into the blues.

Twinkling stars disgracing the sun's might
floating along the pool of skies
Symbolizing eyes of ANGEL
Finally, meaning of their existence
UNLEASHED.

Smile was all,
that shattered the layers of lake,
owing to the unprecedented affluence of beauty.
Nature, having witnessed the real "SPARKLE"
felt the need to cleanse the rain, and
throttle the world with francs of purity.
The "SPARKLE" though not understood by the rest,
kept gazing at the wonder agape.

An adjective yet an awaited creation.
Not this and certainly not that,
evidently has the privilege of coining itself
to richness of the ANGEL.

Long ponders wasted
No adjective conceivable after all
Ironically, a noun, a proper noun
was eventually chosen.
A sublime finish to the riddle
and yet to no one's surprise
it is you my dear......

Stun