By Pranuthi Kabilan
I’m in the balcony
Looking into ebony
And all I see
Are shiny silvery
Pretty little stars
That once were minutes, no maybe even hours
What’s love? The distance from earth to mars?
No, it is what Shakephere once told
It is much greater than diamonds or gold
It is more beautiful as it gets old
It is what you love as days unfold
It gets deeper,
Love is no grim reaper,
He is but a mere preacher,
Came to help him meet her
In a concert maybe a few years later
She would finally know what a soulmate is
She would understand that he was her wish
She would realise how much she loves him
Only on the morrow that he slips a little whim
A whim only he knew
Would break her into two
Two unpatchable pieces
That could never refill the creases
The marks he left behind
Were impossible for her to refine
For he was all she dreamt of and more
And unto her heart he poured
This unknown and unfelt feeling
That only she knew she was kneeling n following
She was scared yet intrigued
For she had finally been Freed.
By Pranuthi Kabilan
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