I scoured the sky for a
slice of unblemished blue.
But, I was left
marooned in my every bid.
I breathed to the depth
of my soul for a waft that bears the touch of a fairy.
But, ended up gasping
for breath.
I learnt to listen to
the words of silence.
But, I was exiled every
time in an agony of dying dreams.
I drank the hemlock to
put to rest my frayed nerves.
But, it left me parched
and half-alive.
I’d spotted her in a
crowd of scores years ago.
She stood like an
angel, adorned in an azure opulence
That had sent the
late-autumn sky rushing for cover.
The flippant breeze
tore through her golden locks
And, gently touched her
lips that put the rose in shame.
The crimson rays of the
setting sun kissed her satin skin.
There was music in the
air and grim had disappeared.
She chortled like a
torrent, giggled like a toddler.
She was a healing touch
to my bruised soul. She was an end to my hunt for life.
I touched the wall a
thousand times that she had leaned on
And, envied every soul
that she spoke to.
I read volumes to stock
my words for the encounter I was living for
And, preserved every
piece of paper where I scribbled her name.
I spoke to her from the
dawn to the dusk and through the night
And, I gave her all the
gifts that I wished to give.
Though she was never
around for me.
She was grooming
herself up for a better bride and a brighter sunrise.
Oblivious of the
sundown on a wasteland of dreary dreams.
