Rain, the Story 1 of 3
Entry submitted in honor of - Constance ~ A Rambling Poet ~
Rain, The Story 1/ 3
I am telling you a story of a lovely girl Rain,
So cute and charming she was,
Like a fairy or a refreshing drop of rain.
Rain had two heavenly white horses,
Beautiful, fierce and bold, like demons on earth,
She used to ride these bold and beautiful, one by one and
They liked Rain, like a fairy from heaven.
She had named the male horse as Past, and the female as Future,
Every day, she used to talk with them like humans,
As they were accomplishing, many of her unusual thoughts.
One day, while she was standing, beside her horse named Past,
Rain was trying to read in his lovely eyes,
The golden pages of her bygone past,
She knew that only her lovely friend Past,
Could bring back to her, the memories of her,
Most cherished love Aiden and the images of her lovely past,
As only few years back, she had lost her love Aiden.
Her most dear lovely horse Past
Was a brilliant piece of creation,
Having the silk color, of ivory white,
He was even capable to unfold before Rain,
Those bygone images and stories of Rain’s lovely past,
When she used to often fly and dance like a butter fly,
And felt blooming like the petals of a lovely yellow Rose,
Amid the company of her love Aiden, she unfortunately lost.
She came close, to her dear graceful Horse Past
And looked deep into the mysterious eyes of her favorite Past,
The Horse Past came to know immediately,
What Rain was trying to find, in the eyes of her dear friend Past,
Next moment, she felt mesmerized and lost in a new world,
Created by the wonderful eyes of her brilliant horse Past.
In the enchanting depths, of the horse eyes,
She began to feel herself comfortable and completely lost,
Rain felt as if she was standing, on a ground full of ice like sand,
Where her love Aiden was calling her, from a little far off,
A little away from her, but not too close,
Aiden had extended his hands to take her in his arms.
She ran to meet her love and to be in his strong lovely arms,
Embracing, kissing and looking without moving her eyes from him,
This was always a passion for Rain, like a dream thought.
Ravindra
Kanpur India 28th Dec. 2010 Continue in part 2
Contest entry: For this contest only
Contest Name: Rain, The Story
Sponsored by: Constance ~ A Rambling Poet ~
Written by: Ravindra K Kapoor
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