When I started brushing my fingers through her hair,
She said she will fall asleep like that.
Her soft wrinkled eyes fluttered close,
Under those black spectacles,
With light breathing accompanied by little snores,
I found my peace just being here with her.
Under those terrain of surfaces,
Lies so much glimmer,
More than of diamonds and gold.
The creases decrease on her forehead,
As the dreams take over her mind.
When I started to retreat my hand back,
She mumbled silently in sleep,
" Why did you stop? "
And that made me smile,
Made me clear more of her stresses.
Starting again, I build more different threads,
Sometimes of circles,
Sometimes straight,
With colors of my sincerity.
That in an imaginary way flowed from my thoughts,
Through my hand and fingers and back to her hair,
In that moment I realized,
How much beautiful she is.
Whom I have known my entire life,
Even before I opened my eyes to the world,
And now at the age of 25,
Maa, I became your lover again,
And you became my muse.

#LifeChangingContest
#Maa

PS: She did fall asleep while I was writing this one hand on phone and one in her hair... 💜😅
© Aaria