shreya, 11 october 2012
Pitter-patter, titter-tatter,
The rain fell on the window.
She peeked to see, with those curious eyes and rounded lips,
The noises it made, interesting ones, she rushed to see.
It was beautiful, so beautiful.
It reminded her of home and warmth, of love and joy and moments to cherish.
It made her happy and made her smile
Because it does rain in summers, once in a while.
Fresh, so fresh. Pure and clean.
Lush and green.
Purity seemed to drive away all things vile;
Because it does rain in summers, once in a while.
Oh in this calm and through this mist, all emotions blinded and no questions asked
She could trod for a mile and a mile
Because it does rain in summers once in a while, just once in a while.
shreya, 18 february 2012
The trees were green and the sun was bright
She stood beside the river, her dress a flowing white.
The air around was calm and serene
How I wish you could have witnessed that scene.
Her hair were brown and eyes a dark blue
Those lips would have been so pretty to you.
I stood there,
admiring the frail figure
The wretched moment, when I heard the trigger
She fell to the ground
Her blood spilled all around
Strands of hair like snakes that slither
I stood there, eyeing hither-tither
But could not see the murderer
Suddenly, a noise escaped those pretty lips, just a quiver
She called me close and said –
Let go, for He for me has send.
I looked in those deer-like eyes
She let pain escape in a series of sighs
I knew not how to help her
Where to run for shelter?
She smiled at me, a one last smile
Her tenderness did relieve my rile
I knew now that I could not help her
The lady in white
Her eyes closed their shutter…
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