A tale of fanaticism and plight....

A tale of fanaticism and plight....

I tried to pull away from the drain
to harness all the endless passion
it was a stripped soul locked in a hole
she held her existence worthy of none
amidst attractive flowers and enchanting sparkle
each with a worth of diamond thousand

she held memories of numerous vacationer
who did halt at the hole for a petite hour
and soon did elope for a pretty blossom
whilst their stay, each created an illusion
chimera in which she was his darling
irony , she was just a tool of his lollygag

prior to adorning new pathways
they all mocked her for her scars
her birth  was described as a blunder
pitying the passion which fashioned her
she did dread the glare, she feared an exchange
in heart she had envisioned , herself a pest of grunge

An explicit tale I consider, she sang before she left
it was a blissful account  of  a traveler who did wait
those were the days for her of a cheerful gala
her heart was content  for he was not alike the thousands
Alas , but was that pragmatism …..
She had built a house, and a dream

Lyrics were of undivided devotion
she had gifted her every prized possession
he had been righteous and awfully courteous
a stanza did speak of lighthearted junctures
Alas! she aspired  of a future , maybe an aisle,
his touch and the tickle ,  and a forever more

He was the last I believe, for who could love more than it
she sang of contented nights, of the cradle she loved a lot
a song of joyful fights and  feast prepared together
souls who did utter one symphony together
he vowed of his love day and night
her song held a depth of the fanaticism and plight

Plight that he was true yet a fantasy
she told me then his love was sympathy
in her knee she was frail than ever before
concerto was tormenting it spoke of her demon
on an unvoiced tone she did submerge
her passion was gone and the tale is all I can evoke  .



-Khushi