Monday, October 10, 2011

Unfortunate. Or not. II

We swayed and swirled in the garden of love,
Where butterflies flitted from bough to bough,
And the sun smiled at us from above,
In each other we found our treasure trove!

We waltzed till the sun was replaced by the moon,
In consonance with Nature's finest tune-
The flutter of every single leaf,
And the distant sea waves' heave!

It was then we made that vow,
Amidst confessions galore we solemnly swore,
That we'd walk together in this world and the next,
Come what may twixt he and I!

And we danced on and on to Nature's every beat-
A cricket's chirp and a faint crack of a twig,
A thunderbolt and the rhythm of our own feet,
Only a gale could dispel the heat!

Suddenly, the ground beneath us cracked,
Ere our feet got caught, we moved apart,
And the rift soon widened into an abyss,
So, we bid adieus without a goodbye kiss!

Alas! It's the tragedy of human endeavour,
That it eludes one's shrewd conjecture,
And it laid bare my profound fears,
The noisy silence plays harsh on my ears!

At the precipice of my insanity I lay,
Quietly, I watch him go, now miles away,
And invisible bloody tears I weep,
While I wait for the blissful eternal sleep!

@All my well-wishers: No need to get violent, it's only a poem. :)