The smell of palash

The dark and compact soul
And personality like a storm...
Stood there all this while
So silent and calm...
Couldn't understand his mind
Or that magnetic smile...
Where eyes says so much
And lips stay shut...
Some absent- minded
Divine designer has designed him..
Like a lightening flash
And December's winter...
So piercing yet so peaceful...
A hand-full of loose earth
Near his feet... yet so firm
His wonderful grip is...
I sit and think about his gaze
Which I couldn't last
A mere 5 seconds...
A gaze like a lion and
Softest heart of a human...
He is a distant fort
Which I believe for long...
But reverted my hand
Didn't wanted to soil that dignity
With my immature hands...
He is the smell of palash
Flame of forest....
Strong and unique...
And magical philosophy