Old-school Indian Love

 

She was sobbing quietly hiding 

Behind the curtain

Tears dried on her fair cheeks with

Heart slit and slain 

Her eyes rained an ocean load out

Nose was pink and runny

As if lips ran through a heavy drought

Raspy voice sounded whiny

He too looked so torn and shabby

As if life had no symphony

He was ashamed of leaving her again

Without defying the social tyranny

He had a cruel ruthless heart

To execute the enemy

But brandishing his quiet love needed

A different alchemy

Love of course made him cry and moan

But duty made him icy stone

How would then heart and head sync?

They ran the roads unknown

They never came so closer to kiss

Or hug each other

Never rubbed their bodies to feel

Throbbing warmth there

Fate parted them and they lived their own lives

But treasured the love forever

The more their loyalty and obligations were tested

The more their love grew dearer

Years passed by and they swam and sank in the

Ocean of grief with no hope near

To sit face-to-face or lie side-by-side just for a moment

Of a lifetime to cherish forever

But their chemistry was too complex to define

They conversed in a fashion divine

Beheld not each other, but spoke in a

Timeless silence

Yet heard and fathomed each other deeply in a

Peerless eloquence

Surprised? It was an unlowered divine old-school Indian love

Ages passed and they were fine!