Four Days of Love

Day 1

You came.
You stood there in front of my dreary eyes one dreamy morning.
You touched and stirred up the fading echoes of love,
From the chaotic corners and cobwebbed windows of my heart.

Joy covered me!
Life will not be the same!
It will be beautiful!

Day 2

Every night I go to bed with my brain full of your thoughts. 
Every morning, I wake up from sleep,
With your images in my heart. 
When I close my eyes, I see your smiling face, 
I hear your voice in my ears, 
I feel your fragrance in my nostrils,
I can sense your touch everywhere around me, 
And when I open my eyes, you simply vanish away, 
Just your fragrantful memories remain. 
Oh girl, you are making me so desperate!

Day 3 

Let me write once again,
One last time!
About my unrequited love, 
The love that is neglected, 
The love that is rejected,
And the love that is soullessly trodden by a pair of high heeled shoes.

Do you know the pain that a delicate heart suffers, 
When you mockingly deny my selfless love for you?
You know how it hurts?
Oh, it hurts a lot!
It kills!

How could you be so cruel?
Just like every normal girl, you throw smiles at me,
You shower unfathomable affection upon my dry, loveless life!
And when you know that I am trapped, 
You simply walk away, 
Even without a smile, a glance, but just with a belittling nod!

You are a flower, a treasure.
You are beautiful! 
Your beauty is unparalleled!
You look like the marvel of marble,
So pure,
So ravishing!

Have mercy to understand, 
Not me!
But my heart!
An injured heart, that longs for you, since very long!

Day 4

People ask me, where is my girl!
I said them, I don’t remember, 
For, my memories about her are dead!
Those memories had undergone a very painful death!
After long long sufferings of suffocation!
Now, those thoughts are buried in a deserted corridor of my heart.
I can see there every morning, the tomb where her memories rest.
Everyday I make routine visits, peep at my heart,
And return with a painful sigh, having a glimpse of the decayed tomb of her memories!

Tomz :)

My Lost Lover Girl

(Once again interpreting my own dream following the 'Birthday Party of the Beautiful Princess')

For this time I will tell you a story
And not a story properly, may be a sophistry.
For my friends I’m telling this story, dreamy,
Who had unusual love affairs, in biography.

It was in a September, I too remember
And I was a tiny teenager, too common in any genre,
When I met this girl, the lost lover girl
Who was a pretty petite girl, and I fall in love with her.

Two or three months passed, and once we stood
On a sea-pier extended, clutching each other hand in hand,
On a cloudy afternoon, with my companion boon,
Beneath the faded sun that shone, watching surf those breaking soon.

Soon there a wild beast comes, on these foaming waves
A huge figure of Octopus (1), with greedy tentacles.
We both looked at this, this huge figure of Octopus,
And we both startled once, stared at it with fearful eyes.

The sky went black n’ dark, the clouds began to bark
Making thunders strike, and the east-wind’s crack.
Then my pretty petite girl, pushed me to the ocean whirl
Cause of panic n’ temptation, or I didn’t get her action.

I felt I was falling fast, to the hands of the beast,
I saw her frenzied eyes, while skidding among the tentacles.
With the Octopus I struggled, to rescue the life shuddered
And I looked at her eyes troubled, to see sympathy, distressed.

Struggling hard and hard, I made my life to guard
Somehow I escaped, and now reached where I stood
The first thing that I did, as you have understood
Or as you unexpected, was pushing her downward.

I was in such a rage, and I never thought of her age,
That she was underage, and she had lack of knowledge.
I saw her to fall downward, struggling with the waves hard,
And screaming being afraid, with my heart unusual hard.

Skidding between the tentacles, and trying to break the obstacles
She vanished into the bubbles, and I didn’t watch her resistance.
Keeping my head low, and leaving my love below,
I ran to the lands at low, to escape from the Law.

Dear readers, you please don’t be worry
‘Cause I said, I’m telling you a story
And you too know, it’s a story of a fairy
That I learned from a dream, dreary.

"But you know that’s how I lost my lover girl!
And that’s the story of my lost lover girl!"

(1). Octopus