Blackness of darkness enshrouding wet evening
Hollow emptiness pinching the heart
A lonely man harboring feelings unfulfilling
Ungratified, restless, rushed out for a dart
A blossoming vernal dame, fair as a fairy
Picking fruits from a bounteous green tree
Her eyes behold his, one curious one wary
And her cryptic charm conked his spree
Unable to move, he stood spellbound
She was a beauty with eyes blue shaded
Frail body and laughter bell sound
He perused her eyes as the evening faded
And they met under the same tree every evening…
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The rising of moon, sensuous darkness expanded
At each look, each touch, a sensation lingering
Caressed by his hands in the élan she commanded
Overcoming resistance, she felt their bodies melting
Stars blossomed on them as myriad little gem
The misty air stroked each strand of their hair
The affectionate big tree showered flowers on them
Earthly fragrance beatified their cosmos like utopia rare
What a beautiful sight of two lovers embracing each other
So beauteous that even the God’s couldn’t endure
The man had to leave to a distant land much farther
The tearing pain of separation knew no cure
Crying clouds crenelled tears for the tree as cry he did
Stars and moon hid unable to bear the vicarious pain
The land’s fragrance was even more but sordid
And the girl seemed to know she would never see him again
One last look, one last embrace, one last cry
No words spoken (as never were), just a silent moan
Lived the eternity in embrace till the tears ran dry
And then he was gone
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Drudging in day to day myriad grim chores
Raw Reality Reigns and dreams are ignored
Depressed he repressed the memories of those shores
Where once two souls had struck an eternal chord
But on grim moments when the evenings grew shady
And the clouds of loneliness enshrouded the heart
Mind traveled to the utopian land of his lady
Submerged yet surfeiting in the love miles apart
With his eyes closed, he saw her comely face
In a tale of vicissitudes traversing from love to woe
He remembered her fragrance, touch, embrace
And tears broke from his eyes like melting snow
And an age passed before it happened...
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Like a miracle which betides as tough time dies
Became true an inconceivable dream
She was standing there in the front of his eyes
On glistening white stairs with a cheerful gleam
Uprooted family, wandering, as a wretched animal strays
Looking pale and fragile donning a muddy red skirt
Ostensibly without water and food for days
Battling against fate amidst death trying to subvert
"Is she really her, ah incredulous I sound!”
Thanking destiny for the most precious gift
He cried of happiness and swirled her around
And both felt each other as if there was never a rift
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On a cold dark night with thundering skies
Wind whistling like a musical midnight bard
Shuddering, he woke up with swollen red eyes
While she still slept besides him with a hand on his heart
He sat on the bed placing his feet on the ground
Feeling harrowingly empty and strangely alone
He should have been happy with her around
Instead he sat there gazing her like a stone
Something seemed different, he couldn’t place
“I am with the person I love but where is the feeling
Why is this weird haziness haunting my mind-space”
What is missing, why under loneliness am I still reeling”
He sees a big tree falling outside his window
There were no stars, no moon tonight
The air was misty but wailed like widow
Earthly fragrance felt like smelling cadaver blight
And then he understood what is missing
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When something is conceived in its surroundings
The latter remains embossed in it for ever
Love is incomplete without the memories it brings
And he stood to return to the ties he wish he had never sever
Miles apart there is the big bounteous green tree
As the evenings fade with the dying sun, 2 footprints emerge
Amidst misty air with earthly fragrance and moon and stars
Parts of soul that never die still merge...
