Tuesday, November 11, 2014

He held her


A little girl beside a river
Silver sandals broken mirror
Alone she went towards the sea
Distant lonely strangely free
Pink glue in mouth
Thinking about Graceful couch
Of lush green carpet and life around
Of trees mountains and ocean’s sound
She heard a distant call
Of a boy so young and tall
He was a kid yet a power
Her heart he captured inside a tower
Tower of will, wisdom and desire
Of that singing tone and swinging tyre
Strawberries, apples and pan cakes
There was she in strange takes
She needed a hand to hold
He held her and this he told
That he’ll save her no matter what
She knew he had touched her spot
In his innocence she lost her brain
Her heart he had won her head was in vain
Upon that magic cliff she wanted to reside
To play with him or even slide
Deep into the river she wanted to flow with him
There with him alone she wanted to swim
And she knew he was for her
This made her self spur
There was no identity of her anymore
All she wanted was he in store
But he left her alone suddenly one day
 And all she saw was his sun’s ray
With his charms memories and those tricks
All she wanted was his leaves’ pricks
The acupuncture and pamper
That love and juncture
She wanted it all again and again
But he was playing a sadist game
She knew it inside about - his hide and seek
His aggressive self and the love beneath
Alas!! She was worried of his presumption.
But wasn’t he the one who was anti perception
He knew it all and she knew it
It was he or none was fit
Beside the river those clothes and his footwear
He in her lap without any fear
On that night at the top floor
She in darkness he on stroll
Again and again he tried to find
Again and again she hid behind
He found her at last but was bit upset
With her trick and his calculated dent
He decided to punish her then
And next day from there he ran
Ran away to never come back
She was frozen there on that hay stack
It was his kiss that could have turned her alive
From then on began her strife
Her body and soul got divided
soul imprisoned there, body on wander sided
Matter craved to get back its soul
Again and again it visited her but all foul
Its hard work wasted just like she
Both in freedom yet none was free
Smile in memories laughter in mind
Her only memories of him behind.



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