Their Lovely Story
Wrapped in a small red bow,
The box so fragile,
Never been opened before,
It’s been waiting for awhile.
Nothing special about it,
Only that it’s true,
The box has been waiting here,
And it only can be opened by you.
With tender and care
She unties the bow,
Unwrapping it just like so.
Placing her fingers to open the box,
She stares intently and realizes it’s locked.
He hands her the key,
That no one has ever had,
So happy she is,
And he, so glad.
The key fits perfectly
And the lock unsnaps,
Her heart trembles as she hears it unlatch.
She sees what is inside,
And places it in her pocket.
She’ll carry it
Forever,
And never drop it.
All his love, she will always carry,
Oh, isn’t it true,
This is only the beginning,
To their lovely story.
Categories:
unsnaps, love
Form: Lyric
You gave me a name without asking.
History of my pain
did not need any label.
I recalled only
the blooms of bougainvillea,
not the heat which gave them color.
My burned lips
remembered only the dew
and rear view of life.
The total otherness of the moon and stars
did not heal the scars.
My perceptions had
given me hot tears.
How the distance between us
created the schizophrenia?
The familiar laughs
have frozen after all !
In the middle of night I lie awake
to count the door
and the closed windows.
I listen to the moaning of walls.
My eyes remained half-closed in freckled sleep.
Heart blinks, unsnaps
and weaves a moon.
SATISH VERMA
Categories:
unsnaps, adventure, allegory, angst, animals,
Form: ABC