The scintillating island of Cyprus
signifies million beautiful stories in a way, but
ours is beautiful in a million ways.
The morning sunrays pervade the horizon deep,
gentle breeze from the sky serenades a sonnet.
She holds infinite emotions enveloped in
the magnificent shores of her eyes
the rippling waves around testify her prodigy
as we stand on the nearby bridge;
time stops in the moment—
for us, it was like an era.
We sit down to read Shakespeare and Shelley.
Impressed and inspired—
she is the gorgeous theme
and I am a momentarily poet.
We sip cappuccino
and stroll through the boulevard of dreams.
I try to pen down the verses in between.
Fate has its own course
it writes the moments in the most vagary ways—
meant to lived once
and cherished forever.
The sun bids adeau for the day
as we crave to chase down the fleeting moments.
The birds make way to their destination
as the days work is done;
we head to our matured selves
to counter what life brings next.