Menthol.....

The soft silky eyes
The flowing glowing hair
Light as if she would fly off
With this sweet smelling air
When I met her today
The love of my life
It made me recollect
“It cuts like a knife”.
The blue of her eyes
Sends a chill in my spine
I get a reason to be me
Brilliance with all the shine
I keep shouting to all
With each breath’s fall
This world seems a football, well…..
She reminds me of….menthol.

Internal aberration
My love, in imagination
I want to sit with you
And strike a conversation.
Let me talk of love
Let us discuss life
Prying for a gentle touch
Would like to be my wife?
It isn’t an abrupt proposition
Just a whimsical composition
Let our fates play juxtaposition
And face the divine consternation.
Should I now clarify it all?
O my sweet darling, my Barbie doll,
Without you this world seems a football,
And you,
Yeah, its you, who remind me of….menthol….