(a facebook picture)
when I saw her,for the first time….
infact,it was the last time,
she was looking so tough and rough
there was no smile
only thunders in the dark stormy sky,
where she was coming from…
From,a mountain top,
Harsh with sharp edged rocks,
with stony heart as granite
so indifferent,as if none around her
so cold,as her veins , clogged with sadness
but the gaze…..drenched in the shining light,
so sharp as a rare diamond _cut
shining, so stunningly beautiful,
Piercing into my heart
like a double edged sword
I was wondering…
How sharp it was…..
Can it revive my cold heart,
Rusted with painful past
What was she….
a jackfruit with thorny mask
and yet, hidden sweetness inside.
or a flower,
a wild rose amidst thorny bushes in a muddy land
yet,with the lovely fragrance
what was she…..and
why was,so harsh at me,
with these piercing gaze,
she was like an unsolved puzzle
as mystery unconquered,so attractive.
As she vanished, a dream in vain,
A lovely drawing on the water,
A snared swan….with the unsteady beat,
out of the water,ceased to swim.
Looking into the cloudy sky,
for the heavy footsteps of the thunder…..
The fiery dusk has not yet come
Hear my screaming……the smothering soul,
Amidst these bull sharks,of painful thoughts….
“Dont go away”
This loneliness is icy cold,
Nothing moving,not even the wind,
“Please come back…….
My thunder storm”.
The whisperer…..with ….
.A deep sigh.