As i start with yet another verse
I realise the importance to rehearse
But then I feel how inappropriate it would be
To manipulate my feelings as I start this story.
My story has me and my story has her
No flash of lightning, no rattling peal of thunder
I write with no grief in mind, no salt no heat
For her for whom my heart skips a beat.
I met her very late, later than him
I dont know why i was so late to swim
But this life of ours shows so many turns
To reach her i didnt have to make too many runs.
We met first and then we met again
Those walks never got over, nor did those lanes
And even as we parted after every journey together
That craving for the next never changed the weather.
I remember her running back at the stroke of midnight
As i would still stand firm and bright
Waiting for her to just turn once, for that smile so fair
This man always awaited her last bright stare.
As days grew shorter and her smile got brighter
This relationship we shared grew even more stronger
I loved to write and talk about her
Even though irritating mosquitoes continued to bother.
Life was good with little to grieve
Until the mountain of sorrow made it hard to believe
I stooped and stuttered, faltered and uttered
This time this destiny of mine could not be buttered.
Now and again she came to my rescue
As she set the path for another cue
She made me and did well to shape me
And how could i forget how much she loved me.
But as every story comes to an end
My life decided to follow this general trend.
She was leaving and going far away
But promised to never keep away.
I stood by the shore watching her go
That smile on her face now had a watery glow
The lights grew dim and our faces more grim
To her sail i so wanted to swim.
She had to go so why that feeling then
That lump in my throat came back again
I saw her go with that smile so fair
This man yet awaits that last bright stare.
- For her I don't know whom :)
