Art Of Endurance

In desolate wasteland of deprivation, sauntering languidly with my indigent life, I tried tolerantly for so long to smoothen the angularities of our beleaguered bond. Swirling in the egregious whirlpool of searing indignation, sucked into the chasm of despondent desertion, I searched in vain for the pathway to your heart. The feeling of dismal denial made me abandon the pursuit. But had I cultivated the art of endurance and stayed on resolute, I’d have seen the butterfly of yearning return reticent, flitter in the air of changed time on its wings of dream in my sensuous sky with the lattice of your charisma. With the whispering wind it’d have created the music, harmonized with the rhythm of my heart, where longing would have danced with the ripples of rhapsody, roll between you and me, entwine us forever. Purifying the renascent craving called love, I’d have weaved the novel design of desire in the tapestry of heavenly togetherness, that wouldn’t have frayed till the end of time.