In a friend’s party,
I met a flower;
From then I began to orbit,
Like a planet around a shining star.
Before I knew she became my life,
Like a metaphor in the Haiku;
She became light at the and of the tunnel,
Like optimism in my negative view.
I could watch her for days,
Stare like a love fool;
Her beauty inspired poets,
For many she was the only inspiration school;
As if god gathered all the beauty and honey,
And emptied it one sacred pool.
God made her so special,
From the first fragrance of the east;
To this he added the intoxication of the champagne,
extracted all the beauty of the east.
Beyond the description of words,
Her beauty, cause the literature to fail;
She is so awesome,
Magnificence and the aura of Taj,
In front of her, look so dull and pale.
Our boat was sailing through,
So far so great;
I began to take her for granted,
And then I was struck by a stormy fate.
Over an issue worth laughing,
We had a major fight,
And I had nothing to say and tell;
So my last words to her were,
You bitch! Go rot in hell.
And then we had a ego war,
None of us attempted a truce;
I wanted to talk to her,
But I committed a silent abuse.
After five days the phone rang,
Half sleepy half confused I woke up around seven;
No she isn’t rotting in hell,
She now rest in heaven.
In the game of silence,
I may have won the ego-battle,
But I lost the war;
Death was in her side,
So she was victorious by far.
Suddenly the lights went out,
Rumble of tears, cacophony of sorrow,
Was reduced to shrieking silence;
Pain with which I felt home,
Heart bandaged with deep scars,
Soul being caressed with thick blood clot,
Complimented the mourning,
Which incidentally became my sixth sense.
I was no more the same person,
No more I acted sane;
She was the moon of my night,
But before the full moon she began to wane.
It was just a dream,
Thank god it is not real,
I cannot bear the pain;
I am sure it is over,
Thunders of heart break and lightening ache,
With tears pouring in like showers of rain;
Mercy on my soul,
I cannot relive the shock again.