Blooming were the feelings
And gods were under the burden of envy
When they saw an old man burning twigs alongwith happiness and vain,
Remembering times older than him,
Sipping froth of champagne from the bottle's brim,
Relaxing and remembering the time spent with his best friend tim
When they spent time following his darling kim,
The time when she didn't get flowers but wishes from him,
When he wished kim being better half for him...
It was the time on his mind
When destiny was kind
And love was making him blind,
Kim was the very first divine feeling he did find,
Was the best time through time to refine...
Made tim walk beside
Kept every other paradise aside
And made kim realize that his feelings for her
Could not be contained inside his heart's size...
That was the time when twigs were half past burnt,
And it was the time when kim got no flowers
But took his heart to her's,
And wrote a note to his life in a verse,
Quoting that "even after life our love will rehearse,
Will overcome every curse,
But now being you in my life
My life is becoming worse,
Had there been no heart longing for me,
I could have gone away with a smile,
But now that you have loved me
I may shed tears thinking about you for a while"
And it was the first and the last time tim heard her voice....
The blindness for love was for real and was not by choice,
And for kim his face meant less than his voice,
Coz kim was living with a brain tumor,
tim was dying due to a rumour,
And life was enjoying the humor
Irony about itself (life)
Where healthy hearts were shattering in parts,
The old man's memories were pinching like darts because
It was the time when Kim departs,
And left back tim's heart broken in parts....
Tim too died in vain,
could never know the reason why kim left him,
And tim's old friend the old man remembering everything was TIME,
Which was passing away with the flames of tim's pyre,
And engulfed and ended the incomplete life of two hearts in fire...
Tuesday, March 18, 2014
Under the feelings
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