Love and War.

I remember those days,
I remember that place,
Under a shady gulmohor tree,
Where it was only you and me.

You held my dainty hand,
But I held the whole land,
And you knew that, my dear
For that is true love, don’t fear.

What is rich and what is poor,
What is higher and what is lower??
When there is true love that I cherish,
The love, when felt, I become feverish.

I held your hands; I smiled,
You held my heart; you cried,
You cursed yourself for being an impoverished waif,
But I knew a million dollars cannot keep me safe.

It’s your impeccable, bonafide love,
Which is an elegant lilywhite dove,
Which is my security; which is my very lethal weapon,
Which can grapple, sue and vie many a monstrous demon.

But you worried,
And you hurried,
Your impatience caused you to make haste,
Your impatience made our love a total waste.

I did not care a wink about the aftermath that occurred,
The beatings, the chidings and whippings still recurred,
Only that afflicted me was for you and your intimidating blues,
I was scared, really scared, cause your wellbeing had zilch clues.

Alas!!! Fate etched a different story!!!
A story that lacked its sheen and glory,
A story of misdeed and undeserving depravity,
That incarcerated me into its flattering suavity.

I lost you, I just lost you and it is bleak,
I feel like killing myself for I feel weak.
My dad butchered you ruthlessly, I feel awful,
Why did you die? Life without you is baneful!!!!

Did that old life have a crystal-clear meaning?
Or was it a deep sleep that I enjoyed dreaming??
For once I woke up from the surreal sleep,
Life became hard and brittle, even to peep.

Still………….

I remember those days
I remember that place
Under a shady gulmohor tree
Where it was only you and me.


You held my dainty hand
But I held the whole land
And you knew that, my dear
For that is true love, don’t fear.