I saw you
this morning… wearing a beautiful but mystic smile…
A gaudy
earring, pinkish lip-gloss and an aura divine…
You looked
down, unaware… or maybe aware but shy…
I gazed upon
that morning beauty… without blinking an eye…
A moment
later… I saw your eyes moist… with a hint of tear…
I knew not
why… but I really wanted to hear…
I wanted to
help… I wanted to hold your trembling hands…
Bring back
that smile… with my fancy magical wands…
Those
beautiful blue eyes, now looked heavy… attaining scarlet…
Tears
grouping together… composing an ample, ponderous droplet…
Your eyes
still holding it back… as if trying to conceal it…
It was
shining like a pearl… a gem with pain instilled in it…
It was a
heart-breaking sight… my soul’s sinking in pathos…
Those pearls
drooping from those bubbly blue angelic orbs…
Were now telling
a painful story… a tale of a shattered heart…
You’re
silent… but those pensive tear-laden eyes… had hushed it all…
You got up…
couldn’t look up… walked away to hide your pain…
I wished to
walk by your side… but could only wait in disdain…
Time went
by… everything else paused… I waited and waited…
You didn’t
show up… and my silly throbbing heart… bled and bleated…
Now when I
think of those hopelessly painful... but wishful eyes…
I find those
droplets special… It’d have taken an ocean of love… full of swirls…
To belong to
that beautiful plaintive soul… and its turbulent vastness…
I envy ‘em… I wish your pain belonged to me… withal
those drooping pearls…
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