She would never have been
angry…
Maybe,
she just wanted things,
And
not merely the trings.
Perhaps
he was doing his bit,
He never let her quit.
She
had questions,
She
wished to see reciprocations
But, all she got was a
set of accusations!
It
was her DAY,
It was her BIRTHDAY.
She
wanted him, his time,
A
gift laced with smiles,
An
expression in his rhyme,
And not just to travel
miles.
They
did spend an evening,
Together,
they had a great evening.
He
did it all with love and care,
Perhaps,
Loving her was his flair!
***
Okay,
they do love each other,
Of course, they are meant
to be together!
What
would he miss if she goes?
Restlessly,
a question she throws.
Wishing
to strengthen the rope,
For an answer that would
rekindle hope.
His
minimalism in love irks her at times,
She wonders if he could
just surprise her sometimes.
***
He
inspires her in a million ways,
Adding
phrase after phrase.
But,
her NEVERLAND dreams…
They
are beyond limits,
They are full of craze!
His
actions are mysterious, if she is upfront,
His
smile is still her REJOICE,
Even when he fails to let
‘them’ have an IDENTITY.
They
fight and she says, ‘Let’s BREAK UP’,
They hug and he says,
‘Let’s MAKE UP’.
Oh,
all she has to do is STAY.
The
words that they often say,
The
smiles, hugs and kisses in the café,
Keep getting etched for
the DOOMSDAY!
‘We
have no FUTURE’, she says.
‘But,
we have a PRESENT’, he says.
And in a moment, they are
angry again.
Look
how the smile fades away,
But
LOVE?
Yes, Love continues to
stay.
Love
binds their FAIRYTALE,
Ohh…
But careful, it’s still
frail.
She
wants overt romance, he keeps it subtle,
She
winks, and he writes an ODE TO HIS ANGEL.
