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Thursday, December 15, 2011


While in courtship, love & romance take on different notes. Sometimes they bring on elation and invite adernaline rush while at other times they drain out all signs of pleasure and leave the lovers love-lorn. Then 'tis the time lowliness takes over, howls the tide of emotions that reaches zenith just to touch nadir next. Sometimes the love-sick instance transforms the jilted one into a poet, an amazing juggler of words. Same happens with Rose, who in the memory of Bhagya (Lucky) composes the following verses:-
Years of patience with loads of hopes,
Days pass by as she just dotes!
I'm drowning in a surge of emotions,
There she sat, setting my heart in motions!
Glimpses of her make time flies,
Why 'tis so then, she denies?
I followed her one golden afternoon,
My mind oblivious, 'tis a bane or boon!
She turns and there I reveal,
How so deeply, for her I feel!
She gazes, questions unsolved in her eyes,
Why 'tis so then, she denies?
It goes so, now hath come a time,
I wait for her, and act on mime!
Though neuron single knows she not mine,
But 'tis the heart that doesn't stop on pine!
No dearth there lies, dare not she defies,
Why 'tis so then, she denies?
Moment comes and she sits by my side,
Helpless heart, pounding over the tide!
Wonder I, wait I, occur a haphazard,
Fearing o'quirk, swore, niver I desert!
No doubt then lingers in her eyes,
Why 'tis so then, she denies?