“” Couldn’t a rose survive with no thorn!
Beats would never, in love, wake any morn“”
Lips kept this tone ever since, there, words were born
Thought the tone will see no change,
Till the day I felt a tinkle quite strange;
Crawled my blood like a winter river
In the absence of cold, words did shiver.
It wasn’t the head, chest or liver
Sick, I’ve become of the heart,
And all was nothing but a start
Day after day, pale turned the face
Doctors for sickness found no trace
Yet one whispered, you need a healing embrace.
Well. Guess I do… I badly need a hold;
Got bored of summers so cold
Can’t I hold the beat since we’ve met;
Through his eyes, hid the charm of a sunset…
I’m gone crazy, I bet.
His silent lips grabbed an ocean of words
He was the hunter, and I; the only shot among birds
Neither the hands shook nor did the lips talk,
Yet sat out the eyes for a long walk
Where nothing but the souls spoke and spoke.
Nothing’s since then quite the same
Oh…Wish I could have asked about his NAME…