Air was heavy n moist,
night was cold.
World was sleeping tight,
not a single moving soul !
Even the winds were weary,
under that somnolent moon.
A velvet white touch,
it made them swoon.
On dat blossom, which was yet to bloom,
a tiny silver drop was born.
Pure, pristine....she was virgin,
unsullied unknown, alone !
And the sublime was right there,
under the watch of that big full moon.
But the globe was spinning at itz pace,
turning itz back to the moon's face.
He didnt wanna loose it,
his sleeping beautie's sight.
Bt then, had to bid adieu,
for who can stand against nature's might ?
So, with the hope of seeing her again,
he see-sawed with the sun;
telling him to look out for her,
to keep her safe through his run.
The sun smiled at the lachrymose,
watching him sink down the blue horizon.
Then he looked upon that dew..
n there she was, still with her slumber on.
Now doves were cooing...clouds were drifting...
golden beams became brighter.
Yes, it was time for florets to bloom,
for the velvet whites to open wider.
And amidst all that hustle,
in the backdrop of growing rustle,
a faint drip went unheard...
no more velvet white, it was dry n dark earth !
wide awake now, petrified,
scorching sun on head, thirsty turf on all sides...
her bad, she was too delicate...
they sucked out that sweet life...
too sad, she cud nt survive !
Hours passed, so did the hustle.
colors in the sky became more subtle.
n just wen the sun was about to go down,
a long lost friend peeked out, he had a big warm smile on.
Dumbstruck, the former went all red in face...
for some reason, he seemed to hv lost all grace...
A matter of minutes, he disappeared,
leaving the lachrymose ablaze...
for everything was exactly how it had been...
except for his precious, who was nowhere to be seen...
With growing night, he started to loose himself in bits...
n with every passing moment, he lost more of his sheen.
Night after night, through the fleeting days...
many silver drops did come his way...
bt he was struck hard, he eventually waned..
for first love aint easy to get over, itz either a boon or a bane !
night was cold.
World was sleeping tight,
not a single moving soul !
Even the winds were weary,
under that somnolent moon.
A velvet white touch,
it made them swoon.
On dat blossom, which was yet to bloom,
a tiny silver drop was born.
Pure, pristine....she was virgin,
unsullied unknown, alone !
And the sublime was right there,
under the watch of that big full moon.
But the globe was spinning at itz pace,
turning itz back to the moon's face.
He didnt wanna loose it,
his sleeping beautie's sight.
Bt then, had to bid adieu,
for who can stand against nature's might ?
So, with the hope of seeing her again,
he see-sawed with the sun;
telling him to look out for her,
to keep her safe through his run.
The sun smiled at the lachrymose,
watching him sink down the blue horizon.
Then he looked upon that dew..
n there she was, still with her slumber on.
Now doves were cooing...clouds were drifting...
golden beams became brighter.
Yes, it was time for florets to bloom,
for the velvet whites to open wider.
And amidst all that hustle,
in the backdrop of growing rustle,
a faint drip went unheard...
no more velvet white, it was dry n dark earth !
wide awake now, petrified,
scorching sun on head, thirsty turf on all sides...
her bad, she was too delicate...
they sucked out that sweet life...
too sad, she cud nt survive !
Hours passed, so did the hustle.
colors in the sky became more subtle.
n just wen the sun was about to go down,
a long lost friend peeked out, he had a big warm smile on.
Dumbstruck, the former went all red in face...
for some reason, he seemed to hv lost all grace...
A matter of minutes, he disappeared,
leaving the lachrymose ablaze...
for everything was exactly how it had been...
except for his precious, who was nowhere to be seen...
With growing night, he started to loose himself in bits...
n with every passing moment, he lost more of his sheen.
Night after night, through the fleeting days...
many silver drops did come his way...
bt he was struck hard, he eventually waned..
for first love aint easy to get over, itz either a boon or a bane !
