When the storm has passed,
Don’t think any of this would last,
I’ll be too far to catch a glimpse,
A crushed vase but I won’t wince,
Your each glance i get, every glimpse I catch,
Not in the world, lies there a match,
And I close my eyes, to pull away,
But your memories are stuck, here to stay,
No matter how many people I talk to,
Theres nothing that can undo,
This love I behold. For precious you.
You caught me off guard,
now I am flowing away,
In the oceans of forgotten ones,
My soul’s astray.
It was bound to happen,
Yet hopeful I was,
Nothing did you hide,
Yet hurt every clause.
I’m troubled , i make no sense,
Got not a word in my defence,
Oh awaiting red gown,
Betrothal is tormenting than demise,
Let white overtake, be wise.