Down a lane to memories, she searched for an ally,

Numerous questions stand out against a single reply,

Her soft tongue voiced sorrows, deep.

Where her soul remained agitated,

While the body lay asleep.

All her life, she talked to flowers,

Then, why those lips resisted a smile?

May be, she feared that unending dark hour,

And coming back repentant, after walking a mile.

She wanted with her, her ambition believer,

A dreamer who would fancy a dream,

And never let her quiver.

As they say, things do fall together in time,

They encountered as if their destinies had a rhyme.

The lady understood nothing before him. No good no evil.

Yes, their meeting was exactly like threading the needle.

Just like the wind sighs in trees, green

Not a single clumsy thought obscured,

the two hearts serene.

The wait was over, a new had begun.

Both lost their souls to each, but they never really won.

The destiny had something else in the plot,

In the smooth rope of theirs, came a slot,

While they were hoping to create a paradise together

The cruel world planned to end this chapter.

To wait is endless. Yes to wait is perfect.

It could go forever, but for them it had to be eternal.

Finally in the hope to meet at the Doomsday,

She descended into his tender arms,

As he could feel her face turning

From pale to grey,

That night was on the verge of losing the charms.

“Meet you there.”

She had the last words and then no replies.

Taking it as a jape, he waited a while,

With every tear in his eyes,

Years passed by,

But she didn’t smile.