Poets are those who love,--who feel great truths, And tell them.

January 16, 2011

Elegy on the Death of My Love

by Ayush

There is no reason for love. If there is a reason, it is not love!

The ecstatic drug in my lacklustre life,
The solitary cure of my solitude;
That angel is mine, for once....and forever,
I was dumbstruck, frenzied and hysteric,

All at her attitude!

Love is truth, the dawn of nature;
All the rest - A mere trance, a lie;
I just wanted to hold her tight, just once-
And glide hand in hand:
Heart lost, love gained!

Sameer decided to propose the girl.

He was returning after buying a bunch of red roses for her,
when he saw her in a park....Not alone, but with a boy.
The intimacy told he was more than a friend............
The relationship ended before it could start.

Sameer still met her sometimes, at public places mostly;
but he never felt nervous talking to her anymore!

Much worse than a sweet lie, is a bitter truth.
Again was I dumbstruck, a different reason though,
An immigrant in her heart till then,

now craved to leave it fast....and forever;
Her credibility and my trust, both hit an all-time low!

Though undeserving you are,

My love for you can never end,
'Cause I am not dead, just tempest tossed.
I will move ahead, careful of this insomnia,
My heart is now regained, but love lost!

Sameer never told the girl about his love,

and the poor girl doesn't even know what has she lost.
Sameer would have kept her happy more than anyone else
and would have cared for her at all times,
but the girl...she had got her fate sealed!

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