The silent lake, stood quite still,
Observing the tourists pass by
The mountains high above, kissing the sky,
The birds resting nearby.
I climbed out of the vehicle
After that long, tiring journey
The breeze gently blowing in my hair,
My eyes captivated by the miracle that lay in front of me!
Standing completely mesmerised,
I walked towards the lake
That was surrounded by shabby, brown mountains,
But stood elegant in its place.
“It is a speechless sight”, I had heard
“And colourful in a different way”,
But to actually see the different shades of blue, green, red, made me then believe,
That it was the most wonderful lake!
As I strolled the edge, contemplating
The gifts of God to mankind,
It heard someone, call my name
And I realised it was getting late.
The sun’s last rays
Turned the water to gold,
And the Lake watched,
As yet another tourist
Turned their back on her.
And she stared
Stared as his hands fluttered across the keys,
Making melodies that rang through her bones
Each note, touching her heart
As he described a story of his soul.
It could have been just a minute
It could have been an hour
But time suddenly seemed to stop as she stood, transfixed and mesmerised listening,
Listening to a piece so beautifully meddling with the termoil of emotions
It upset her and yet, somehow calmed her
Alas, there was no applause at the end of it
Not a word of appreciation from a mouth
No one had bothered to lend a ear to his music
No one even cared to glance at him.
She alone, stood and stared.
Stared for a bit and then made a move towards him
Their eyes had connected once before
Who would have known that they’d meet again
Life bringing them together
Where a few hours ago they’d exchanged looks of hatred
But right now her eyes only shined with wonder.
The world around seemed oblivious to the connection of hearts that took place that night
How one soul laid their book open to be read
The other gently filling the rest of the pages.
Memories were made as they sang and danced
Talked and laughed,
Kissed and smiled,
Their hearts truly beat in sync, completing the other.
Cruelty of life however
Made them lose touch
Each following their own passion
Each stepping further away.
Yet, the world around didn’t see the strain in his notes
Nor did they notice the true sadness behind her eyes
It had broken them, to having moved on
For they were meant to be.
Alas, things changed like they usually do
Dreams were fulfilled by the end of the day,
They seemed happy for the time being
Adjusting with the new way.
Oh, the tricks of life
As they met once again
This time not so different from the first
For again his fingers weaved their magic
A melancholic tune floated through the room
It was the very same that had won her heart
And she stared
Stared and thought of the possibilities there had been
One changed step and they would have been the ones still holding the other’s hand.
Now here she sat with a man she was meant to love and a heart that belonged to him,
While there he sat fulfilling his dream with a broken heart and reminiscing…
I’ll be the silence in the storm, for you
The warmth of a bonfire during the harsh winter cold
I’ll be the yellow sunflower amidst the cacti, for you
The light you search for at the end of the tunnel
I’ll be your constant
I’ll be your change
The memory you would cherish
I’ll be your heartbeat
I’ll be your soul
So darling, you won’t ever let me go…
…and he words fell
Stringing together sentences
With such fluency like a well versed language
Stirring up emotions in its wake
Her words fell
Passionately inscribed upon paper
Blue against the white
Beckoning the reader
Her words fell
Spelling those moments of joy;
The adventures they’d encountered
Those cherished memories she kept close yo her heart
Her words fell
For the eyes it sought
Were blind to the language of love…
The waves rolled in,
Softly kissing our entangled feet
The universe stretched above us
The air crackling with passionate emotions…
She wrote about love she had never experienced
Those touches that sent her skin tingling, never felt
Those words that took away her breath, never heard
Those eyes lost in the other’s, never seen.
But yet she wrote about it all
Filling the blank pages of her book
So that someday when she read them again,
She would finally understand what they truly meant…
Her lips were puffed
Moistened by him,
Her nose could still sense
His intoxicating smell linger.
Her cheeks were flushed
And colour rose into them as she blushed,
Her left ear was red
With the way he’d nipped it.
Her breathing, erratic
Having held her breath during his touch,
Her chest heaved
As her lungs craved for air.
Her head pained with pleasure
With the way he’d tugged at her hair,
Her back felt cold
As she had been pushed up against the metal door.
Her hands craved
For the touch of his soft hair,
Her heart wounded
From his cruel stab.
That’s what she felt
As she stood alone
Her eyes brimming with love
Now filled with tears,
Her eyes sparkling with emotions
Now saw him for the last time.
Searched for his as her vision blurred.
Never to see him again
Never to see anyone again.
Never, to see again.
Never to be seen again…