Again we met Under the moon He was as happy as ever But it was her, always thrusting with buts and ifs! No no, she wasn't scared nor was she doughty! Perturbed with the darkness She dreaded deep Of losing, Losing their faith that was built upon trust Or proclaimed with a thought of those exceptions that exerted her to accept what never succumbed. This time, she was reticent 'bout all that was happening, for she fathomed him to understand her silence Silence that was gossiping loquaciously and when the breeze suddenly canoodled her with vehemence it was him, who held her tight never letting her go, no matter how hard she detained.
My heart was locked in his eyes, deeper than the depth of oceans, I plucked some moments and gasped his love I tried Manoeuvring my thoughts But they entreated my mind while he made my tears numb, Not everything that falls, breaks Sometimes we have to fall to rise Not everything that's trusted,shatters Sometimes it's better to understand the wrangles between death and demise.
Time puts restrains' But unplumbed fathoms beseeched her Not everything can be conjected For some thoughts decay with time It was not anew that she brooded Perhaps he deserved better, Or perhaps sometimes all we want is worse! - Nityatiwari__