I remember you in your purple checkered highlow dress,
Your blazen egnimatic smile,
It blew off my feet,
I was a little lost in my own world,
It was a sight to be hold,
I was over the top,
Head over heels,
I was neck deep in a one sided crush,
I was way too introvertedly extrovert,
I wanted to, but how could i?
It was just but a little time,
I could wait, i was gonna be patient,
I was overly privy to the ways of the world,
It was rather gloomy all of a sudden,
It was neither by luck nor by choice,
It was neither easy nor difficult,
I was a little nervous,
A little moved,
A little confused,
I just thought i was brave enough,
Little did i know that you had your own plans,
You sold me out,
You stabbed me in the back,

It’s resonateful as yesterday,
Memories flooding in blurry images,
It was never in my wildest imaginations,
I hadn’t even thought that far,
Naive and easy to trick,
Selfish and docile,
Overtly immature and experimental,
In my heart she never was the target,
Manipulation and coercion,
It was a blissful peaceful day,
Strolling in the greeny gardens,
It was nothing but youngsters,
Having fun, trying out the inevitable,
It was neither dangerous,
Nor harmful, so they thought,
We were wrong, it was not just playing around,
It never was the game of interests,
Its painstakingly amazing,
Yes how could we little ones grow so fast,

My thoughts were haulted,
As preyed on this,
Her big sparkly eyes,
The unshapely contours of her body,
Her skin less supple,
Drenched in sweat,
What a fragrance!
Theories got hypothesis,
She had big bright innocent eyes,
An ironic contrast to her ghastly face,
She’d be ridiculed by many,
Yet my heart was planted firmly,
I was called blasphemous,
A treacherous Judas of man kind,
Little did they know,

Her baldy shining hair,
Her teeth yellowish brown in colour,
Her clothes were a soggy shredded mess,
She was upright a demonness,
To me that was a beautiful as nature could be,
Her pathetic cold chilling smile,
It was a sight to be hold,
Yes she ugly yet supply beautiful,
My legs had gone numb,
My eyes were starstruck,
Staring foolishly at this being,
Many were utterly digusted,
Here i was contemplating,
This was love,
Love at first sight,
Pure and forgiving,
Forged in the most weird of manners,

To you it was abeit a normal day,
To me it was no less ordinary,
The sun was simmering brazenly,
The dust below my feet was radiating with warmth,
I was lost in thoughts,
Hopelessness in my eyes,
Holllow, dark, with huge black eye bags,
It was as uninterestingly mundane,
It was less normal than it could ever be,
Lost in the middle of my thoughts,
The recoil of a silhouette,
The shadow overlooking the meadows,
There lay an unexpectant sight,
One may fret, yet there i was smiling,

Like a candle,
I’ll flutter in the wind,
Your face will turn pinkish red,
From flushes and blushes of shyness and embarrassment,
Reason being i confessed to you,
May be i am overtly selfish,
May be i am irrationally logical,
What a pity!
In my dreams you forever suffice,
Yet here i am,
Tearing in the wind,
I thought this was solitude,
Little did i know,
This is straight up loneliness.

I thought i was being helpful,
I was just way too naive,
I can still see her bewitching smile,
The contours of her carseat smile,
Pushing me forward,
Encouraging me in the dark,
Am engulfed in love,
The purest form of it,
I love her to the core,
I love her to the moon and back,
I am shakingly aware,
Of how much she loved,
Of all that she sacrificed for us,
Yet here i am,
Standing solely on our favorite spot,
Reminiscing on our favourite song,
It’s a pity,
I can’t hold you no more,
I can’t let you lean on mg shoulders no more,
It’s painful to think,
I let you go,

It’s no secret that the night forever changes,
As i giggle into the night,
Solemn and wearily thinning,
Why did i just let her be?
It’s not as if i was less worthy,
Of her undying love,
Of her tight embrace,
Of her undeterred kisses,
All these scheming through my mind,
Am in utter chaos as i fathom,
Was it so plainly simple?
It was in my shallow thoughts,
May be she’d be happier without me,
May be i could save her the torment,
May be i could take care of her in the shadows,
How painfully sallow?
It’s all in the Light,
This was the so called peace,
The peace that i sought by nook and cranny,

It’s insanely quiet,
I thought this was peace,
Watching the sun rise,
Glaring at the fiery midday sun,
As the skys turn orangely,
Here comes a glamorous evening,
It’s been perfect watching the sun set,
The onset of a rather cold night,
Staring at the consternation of starry night,
As the winds blows off the leaves,
The swaying of trees,
The shaky flowers,
The chirping of crickets,
The howls of wolves on a hunt,
The moon a tid bit shy,
Flickering wavely in the night,
The cresent shape fighting begrudgingly with the nimbus,
An utmost sight, i sigh,
These may be trivial matters,
They might be normally mundane

it was more of what much of life she could handle,
She was beaten and tortured by the words she had swallowed deep down within,
She was wishing that death shouldn’t have been such a monster,
She was begging, at His knees, praying,
Her hands were swollen, her eyed were cracked, and her knees were bleeding.
Behind her was nothing but her shadow, no one but her mourning,
She screamed at death to take her away, she fought for death,
Death was the solace, the lions pretended to be brave,
Deep down they were all hurting, they were broken, and the rift did grow,
The silence, the anger, the departure,
The future was bloke and with it came the smell of death,
Vengeance was not far away, neither as greed, nor anger,
The triplets were all coiled up waiting to play their final game,
I see a history unfolding; I see mountains in the future,
The hatchet will never be buried.

She was broken hurt and betrayed,
Death was hanging over her head; her guardian angel quit the job,
Frustrations, anger, dissapinmt,
The wounds were pen, she was too bitter,
She was angry at the world for making her a failure,
She was tired of life, she was angry at the fake people surrounding her,
She had enough with life and with that she was desperately wishing for death,
May be life did not have to be this cruel, life did not have to be such unfair,
She was hurting deep down, shed smile but douse her pillow in tears,
She had turned to music and comedy, there she found solace,
They all had turned their backs against her,
Lions feeding on one of their own,
Caring about the issues of others, trespassing to be kind,
They left their forest on fire;

The one sided story, the villain versus the hero,
His image was tainted, it was painted,
All black and blue, the white had been deleted,
His actions of being a knight in shining armor turned into an illusion,
A one sided story, a story of love, hatred and betrayal,
The circle of revenge, she was jealous, only she could have her,
She was as agitated as a pregnant hyena,
She was undisciplined, she had the heart of Delilah, a soul of jezebel,
She was the Queen Solomon, hers was a harem,
She was not at loss of picks and calls,
It was just a matter of wanting, and sacrifice,
She had bored through their steel armors,
Stole their hearts and caged them like the desert witch,
She a resplendent descendant of the hunters,
She fell prey and she could not forget she was predator,
It was Tom and Jerry whoever won was on tacit tactics,
Every move he made was tremendous as taciturn as he was,
His story became the villain’s story,
He who had the soul to the let go, was seen as the dr4agon,
She was the dragon slayer,
Yes! A one sided story.

As the moon shone brightly,
His sword was swinging blending in,
The blood dripping off it,
Souls trapped within his thoughts,
He had done it, it was all he’d ever thought of,
Yet here he was clinging to her robes,
He was flustered, yet couldn’t blink,
His mind unfathomable,
His killing intent and aura impervious,
He was deeply wounded,
Stubbornly he clung to his life,
His ethereal smile as cresent as the moon,
As he recited his words, watching the sun set,
“It takes a broken trust with a broken hurt to wield strength,
It takes a heart of steel and mind of diamond to clash blades,”
He had the latter, yet he sat looking into the deep sea of clouds,
“New swords can be forged to beget sword spirits,
So shall I forge a new life for myself,
Carefree, unruly and wild,
To laugh in the wind,
To soar the skies,
Lonely and forlorn,
Till my last breathe,”

It was a fateful fatal day,
When the sun drown,
So did he, lost without trace,
His mind was in tatters,
His soul shattered,
His heart was in swaddles, scathed,
Incredulous pathetic, feeble, stuck,
The eccentric, ethereal memory,
Deeply embedded into his all,
She standing shoulder to shoulder,
Walking hand in hand with the enemy,
He was left in a sallow as if struck by lighting,
His pride, ego and loyalty lost to the wind,
How could he swallow the hardest pill of all?
Truth, as they say it sets us free,
Yet it hurt him in a gazillion ways,
A lost soul in a sea of newbie loves,
Stranded in the memories of a love well cherished,
This was mocking him to the very bone,
As tigers beget tigers,
Grudges beget grudges,
He had lost humanity,
Neither was he beastly,
He was hungry, thirsty, lustful for blood,
How could he let such betrayal go,
A treachery of a lifetime,
Vengeance, revenge is what he was after,
They say you need to dig two graves when in search of vengeance,
He wasn’t willing neither did he have the time,
He was like the king of the Jianghu,
Who had lost his peace and quiet,

it was more of what much of life she could handle,
She was beaten and tortured by the words she had swallowed deep down within,
She was wishing that death shouldn’t have been such a monster,
She was begging, at His knees, praying,
Her hands were swollen, her eyed were cracked, and her knees were bleeding.
Behind her was nothing but her shadow, no one but her mourning,
She screamed at death to take her away, she fought for death,
Death was the solace, the lions pretended to be brave,
Deep down they were all hurting, they were broken, and the rift did grow,
The silence, the anger, the departure,
The future was bloke and with it came the smell of death,
Vengeance was not far away, neither as greed, nor anger,
The triplets were all coiled up waiting to play their final game,
I see a history unfolding; I see mountains in the future,
The hatchet will never be buried.