Into The Poem: A generic sad poem expressing what departure would mean in a relationship so strong. Initial reviews I got before publishing said that its something to do with the reality. The question is, Is it my story? or is it not? I leave this to my reader. I hope this poem will rekindle the distorted love in underneath your chest and you never ever part your beloved the way its plotted in the poem.
Poem:
Her lips were red, dying to touch mine,
But
something did wall our creeping emotions this time,
And she
numbed her lips, and inclined her head,
Onto my
tired weary chest,
The lash of her eyes softened as they touched,
Softened
my falling emotions, as they wept,
The once
enchanted souls were departing their course,
And the
moments were wet and sinking this time.
The insolent breeze & the incessant rain
all seemed protesting.
Our ugly falling apart, the unnatural depart.
For the falling lids above those wet eyes,
Whispered something deep to me,
Some words were spoken, few beats exchanged.
For the love was still intact, for the past
we framed.
It’s not that our love had spilled over the
wedge,
But for the contrasting religion that knifed
an edge.
Something
distracted her sweet rest on me,
It was
her father's call that ringed a tone.
She said
"I'm stuck", but did she really mean?
Was it
the rain or me, my love or its killing pain?
I held
her hands & begged her stay,
And her
lips, they drove & touched mine, & eyes that shut.
The
wetness inscribed the feeling of trembling illusion of hearts,
For
fantasied were we, lost in the kiss, the last kiss in the rain.
Soon it ended, alike a desperate dream.
The sands of time, drowned our wet emotioned
love,
As she broke my strength of closed arms on
her,
Then she trudged her eyes but held my hand.
And turned and splashed the muddy water
beneath.
Our hands then started to slip apart,
Steps by steps she took, breaking the bond.
Watching, I stood,
weeping for my world that just moved on