One fine morning a cloudy sky

Made me to think a while

To start out, just in the opposite

House the window panel is opened

An angel like face is looking

Out as if searching on something

Stayed at me a little flash

Fallen, who is she?

Little by little the window’s

Pan is shuttered she went in

My mind is opened wider

To think about which is queer

Day is gone, next day morning

My eyes are waiting for the window

To be opened, just as the

Flower buds, what is next..?

Mind is lingering on with an unknown

Sense pushing me towards something

With a power seeded without knowledge

Asking me persuade

Eyes are the open gate passing expressions

Two hands are next passing on action

Leading the factors just that of the buds

Bloomed in mind, the love only love

Sleepless nights hunger but cannot eat

Semi madness sticks to each of the persons

That could not be avoided

At any way

The status of love is such both were not met

No direct talk happened

But one fine day marriage is fixed with somebody

Of communal way, parted long

The pain in mind cannot be measured out

The sense of love is grown long

Unable to separate by any means

Is this the way many of lovers facing loss

Till death no one can help and even the oblivion

River can make the way and strength to forget

Each other          -AYYAN-                               19082010