Friday, December 9, 2011

More than a heart

-Vatsal Khullar

A few strokes of blood
Transformed the canvas,
From Holy white to Dark,
For all that flowed was not in vain,
It had taken with itself, ages of pain.
Splashes of blood is all what it seemed,
But much more for me,
It was the axis of adversity,
The Pole of agony.
Those years when my heart had seethed,
Stood all there in colour.

Far away, like the Solitary Sun was I,
All vibrant but up, alone in sky.
I looked around, not a friend or foe,
Yearning alone for a pebble to throw.

The Profound pounding heightened,
Emotions spilled out.
The evil was untenable,
An injured heart had called out.
A heart yearning for love had got,
A companion it had always visioned and thought.
An unmatched match, and emotions deep
It was undoubtedly, a giant leap.
The Sun had fallen in love with the Orb of night.
Blaze went after moonlight.
A unison was out of bounds for sure.
Could a heart ask for more?
Bereaved lay the victim of love.
Another heart had fallen for a heartless snub
A dream was shattered, a hope was killed,
The joy of bonding, shot up and nilled.

The clock struck on,
And time passed,
Moments later, the heart thumped its last,
Lay motionless a corpse, with eyes open wide,
In hope of getting one last sight!
Leaving incomplete a shapeless wish,
The solitary heart that weeped.