Amorous Anonymity

A beautiful warm day
Drenched in natural bliss
A window with the sun shone
Nothing seemed amiss

The perfect day it stayed
For two eternal souls to meet
A mild breeze blew
With a flowery fragrance sweet

The two met
And nothing did occur
He was a boy and she was a girl
There wasn’t to be anything further

It was a normal day
When two met new
Shook hands, smiled
And bid adieu

Little did they know
What was to be
Little did they know
They were meant to be

Meet again, they sure did
This time though, they spoke a bit
Of books and music and various topics
Of the skies and moon and all the graphics!

Moments glided by
Memories etched in gold
Of an association new
A relation untold

They held hands together
Fought like a sister and brother
Yet they were neither
A bond that was farther

Hydrogen of the periodic table
Fire amongst the elements in fable
Their love was pure
Of a godly nature

It was the love of two souls
A love of the highest order
A love that could match no man
A love that needed no border

So distant yet so near
So confusing yet so clear
A mystery it stayed
For aeons it clayed

Comments

Bala said…

No words.. I am running short of them, oh yes, I do, occasionally though.. :)

If I have to sum up my experience, "Awe-inspiring" is the word..

Your poetry (not sure if I could call so) proves to be an exception to the law of Diminishing Marginal Utility.. :)

Keep writing..

12 December 2010 at 3:12 am

Neon Red said…

:) Though thanks is a fairly small word, I say it with the hope that it expresses what I mean...
Thanks pal!
Sure do hope it continues to stay an exception! :)

13 December 2010 at 10:15 pm

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I promise not to speak I promise to stay quiet and listen To every word pronounced And stay a kitten. I promise to help you I promise to stay I promise to wait For more than a day. Take your time And take mine too For the love we have Very few do. Take me to parties Take me to your friends’ Smile I shall From both ears’ ends. Be the good one, I will. Less talk, sweet smile Looks that can kill. The brand manager Of today’s man. Thy spouse Thy fan. Speak as I will Only on occasions that mandate Speak as I will Only on that particular date. I promise to be by your side In every endeavor. That I abide. But please, do me a favor. Don’t ask me to speak For I shall not. Never after you told me not to Never after we fought.

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