To Be Your Sunshine

By Tisha Vyas

I want to be the sunshine

creasing away your darkness

Solely, as my only motive

she always says,

The world is mere as beautiful,

neglecting her gloomy nights

portraying those melancholic feelings

in the form of tunes

her existence is akin to the ocean,

as enchanting, as alluring like her

the unbound beauty

implying a sense of comfort

and tranquillity

The creator of art,

oh, so lovely would it to be her muse

around him, she used to be a free bird

flying above the ocean

adoring creatures from the top

nature, she lives by

underlying the moss

A beautiful sensation of the moisty grass,

this is my forever home, my peace

Folklore was her solace

The ember skies, the spark of thunder

winds rising whispering something magical

that’s how she was, as mesmerizing

as the moon.

By Tisha Vyas