One day sitting at a coffee shop; An old one, with tainted window glass, Facing the crowded street, I looked through the glass, Everything seemed obscure, It always used to be. But that day something happened, Also, as it is used to be sometimes.
I saw those obscure people, Speeding vehicles and that flower shop, From where me and my father, Used to buy white lilies for my mother, Melting in each other. What remained was a clarion view, In which I could see my father and I , Leaving the coffee shop White lilies in backdrop. and suddenly a speeding car hitting my father.
The last touch I felt of him was a hard push Ramming me on the flower shop, And the background changing to red. That scarlet never left me after that….
I returned to reality(?), By some loud chitter chatter, Of college students. What was that ,I think now, Was it a delusion? Or reality in some other universe? Or am I living in a delusion, And reality has frozen in that moment?
Because I am coming here for last 60 years, Sitting on the same table, People come, sit around me, chat and leave. Oblivious of me. And yes, In last sixty years, No one has asked bill for my coffee.
LOVE. __________________________________________________ It comes with the highest cost... And the cost being pain. To love means to hurt, to feel sorrow, And the constant anguish. It attacks from every angle, feigning for fears and heartaches.
Why do we love? Why do we choose to believe in something that mocks every emotion? @godwillmoabyte
BETRAY IN LOVE. __________________________________________________ At first she was virtuous! Her worth was very dear to me In her eyes appeared not faults Her majestic lineaments tapped the gaze of many a men. And many a men started to make advances at this maiden. I had no doubt for I knew our love was true, and neither could her conscience yield to their speech. With time's ironic twist, she forgot our once merry love we cherished together. We had to do with Spartan provisions to keep body and soul, and despite this we were happy. I then asked her why she had given a change of mind in regards to our love. Alack! The much I could do was to listen as she spewed out her loathsome nastiness and foul grossness. Oh, look how she storms at me, her once guardian angel. What hurts me most was how she underrated mine aspects. Said she, "I can't have you for my bedfellow neither a lover, for you are a shipwrecked man clinging to a bit of wreckage" At this, I could bear the disgusting verbiage, it was repugnant and downright obnoxious. And away I went disappointed in the dream of love. But time's ironic twist played a trick with me;for this is what befell my once consummate lover with the other man... @godwillmoabyte