He was a boy of nineteen summers
She was one of eighteen.
The chemistry set on a lilac day of love expression.
High on emotion and rising love quotient,
they lived like doves.
An imperfectly perfect match.
Until.....
It was one of those rosaline sunsets
and the sun seemed to set forever.
Detached from her and tore apart,
he asks himself
Am I alive.
are vastly different.
Destined to lose, he fought his all.
Before....
She said ''Plz lemme go"
And politely asked him his everything.
He wants to tell her, he wants her to know
that she's his life, he can't let her go.
But he'll have to
for it's love.
The girl was nice .
The love she brought was a serpents kiss
pink on the periphery and scorching inside.
He knew not how far she took him.
And then,
Pulled herself back.
Detached from the cord,
the foetus is gasping for breadth.
As she watches the drama from a safe distance.
Collecting his fragments, he tries to stand up,
and stumbles yet again.
Can he overcome his addiction.
Its irresistible to resist her thoughts.
Her characteristic fragrance in the air.
The cushioned comfort of college steps.
The bounteousness of unexpected meetings
and the sparks during meetings.
From city streets to campus squares
from long skirts to saccharine chocolates.
from ginger pieces to dark restaurants
from green lawns to printed greens
He's hell haunted every moment.
I wish he breaks
for no one's supposed to survive such blows.
To honourise the incident and the girl,
to dispense with the sweet n slow poison ,
He must break.
The stage is set.
The prize is life, and lives are at stake.
The heaven's once in making, are now hell kissed morgages.
He's not letting the reality set in.
for he's not in a state to sustain it.
Making yourself live in a myth, with truth all around
is an ardt.
Looking at the clouds, he sees himself smiling.
Can the rain wipe off his showers.
