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__