MISSING THE FIRST DRIZZLING RAIN-a love story
It was that moment on that he had died..
And nothing had gone amiss..
The nailed whispers had shrieked and cried,
The sweet poison that he had chosen to tease,
Dying in tears,dead in the rain and dust,
Worshipping the red-veined days,
Tears never scrape their wounds..they are just,
Continuous blessings that escape the gaze.....
Screaming in silence is no sacrilege,
The orchestra emits red wine,
With her words,all was over to advantage-
The soul had no past history to define.
She could indulge in sophism too far,
He could only nod happy euphoria,
Pensively running after that rainbow car
Called Love,he could kiss the Gaea.
Their love would've been the surest if,
The world hadnt crashed apart,
When oneday he lost her to fate's slip,
And had to push pain's cart.
So many times had she said "no",
Time had just flown by,
Then when Time smil'd like cruel foe,
And broke the new love's tie.
She had hurt him much and now gone,
She reminded him of hours past,
those evenings gone ,he wept forlorn,
And dedicated his loss to the wind gust.
She looked upto the sky as if to complain,
Blood on his reveries,he gasped to say,
Why did it steal his heart,insane?
The black tresses pale on his lap lay.
Their marriage day it was,bells did ring,
The bliss was of joy purest and sure.
They sprouted wings of desire to sing,
And then did Fate offer the lure.
As she came running towards him then,
A car sped by,crushing her to fall-
For seconds Life vanished from his mind's lane.
And the distance towards her seemed so tall.
Was it madness to hate a rose,when one thorn cut?
He thought not so and the light she gave,
Was dazzling chandelier,warm touch,but,
Death,made her escape Love's close shave.
He had kissed Death's shadows,
He could take no more for sure,
There was blood on his reveries' meadows,
This was loss-calm and pure....................
And nothing had gone amiss..
The nailed whispers had shrieked and cried,
The sweet poison that he had chosen to tease,
Dying in tears,dead in the rain and dust,
Worshipping the red-veined days,
Tears never scrape their wounds..they are just,
Continuous blessings that escape the gaze.....
Screaming in silence is no sacrilege,
The orchestra emits red wine,
With her words,all was over to advantage-
The soul had no past history to define.
She could indulge in sophism too far,
He could only nod happy euphoria,
Pensively running after that rainbow car
Called Love,he could kiss the Gaea.
Their love would've been the surest if,
The world hadnt crashed apart,
When oneday he lost her to fate's slip,
And had to push pain's cart.
So many times had she said "no",
Time had just flown by,
Then when Time smil'd like cruel foe,
And broke the new love's tie.
She had hurt him much and now gone,
She reminded him of hours past,
those evenings gone ,he wept forlorn,
And dedicated his loss to the wind gust.
She looked upto the sky as if to complain,
Blood on his reveries,he gasped to say,
Why did it steal his heart,insane?
The black tresses pale on his lap lay.
Their marriage day it was,bells did ring,
The bliss was of joy purest and sure.
They sprouted wings of desire to sing,
And then did Fate offer the lure.
As she came running towards him then,
A car sped by,crushing her to fall-
For seconds Life vanished from his mind's lane.
And the distance towards her seemed so tall.
Was it madness to hate a rose,when one thorn cut?
He thought not so and the light she gave,
Was dazzling chandelier,warm touch,but,
Death,made her escape Love's close shave.
He had kissed Death's shadows,
He could take no more for sure,
There was blood on his reveries' meadows,
This was loss-calm and pure....................