Another love story was to unfold
A timeless classic, a tragedy untold.
The spirited river neath the sun burnt skies
Befriended the young lady with emerald eyes.
“So how are you today my lovely”, he asked
The moonlight shone, tears surpassed.
The pregnant silence beleaguered his sentiments.
The stage was set, her eyes spoke, and lips glistened.
“I look through my eyehole every day and every night”
“For someone or something that would always be right”
The river chuckled not knowing what to say…
Philosophy seldom arrives when life is all happy and gay.
“Oh young lady of distant land”
“Why such sudden desire I don’t understand”, he said
“A utopian someone who is always right”
“Now my friend, wouldn’t that be a delight?” she replied
He pondered over the young girl’s impeccant reverie
Wondering if life be all generous, or would it be misery.
“May your dreams be your reality” he smiled
And with those words he waved goodbye.
“Thank you for your wishes, my friend of yore”
“If it wasn’t for you, life would had been such a bore”
The old friends parted ways, only to meet again,
But many years later, whence the end began.
The once spirited river was now gently streaming.
Those emerald eyes were old but still dreaming.
“How you have changed, my old friend, over the years”
“And finally, did life grant you what you always desired”
She looked at her old friend, his apprehensions were masked
The moonlight shone, tears surpassed
“Sometimes you get things in life you are not looking for
Realizing they are much better than the ones you actually asked for
The desire for that sanctified one had long subsided my friend
And yet I look through my eyehole every once now and then
Reminiscing the old times, joys and pain.”
The river smiled not knowing what to say…
Philosophies seldom arrive when life is all happy and gay.
A timeless classic, a tragedy untold.
The spirited river neath the sun burnt skies
Befriended the young lady with emerald eyes.
“So how are you today my lovely”, he asked
The moonlight shone, tears surpassed.
The pregnant silence beleaguered his sentiments.
The stage was set, her eyes spoke, and lips glistened.
“I look through my eyehole every day and every night”
“For someone or something that would always be right”
The river chuckled not knowing what to say…
Philosophy seldom arrives when life is all happy and gay.
“Oh young lady of distant land”
“Why such sudden desire I don’t understand”, he said
“A utopian someone who is always right”
“Now my friend, wouldn’t that be a delight?” she replied
He pondered over the young girl’s impeccant reverie
Wondering if life be all generous, or would it be misery.
“May your dreams be your reality” he smiled
And with those words he waved goodbye.
“Thank you for your wishes, my friend of yore”
“If it wasn’t for you, life would had been such a bore”
The old friends parted ways, only to meet again,
But many years later, whence the end began.
The once spirited river was now gently streaming.
Those emerald eyes were old but still dreaming.
“How you have changed, my old friend, over the years”
“And finally, did life grant you what you always desired”
She looked at her old friend, his apprehensions were masked
The moonlight shone, tears surpassed
“Sometimes you get things in life you are not looking for
Realizing they are much better than the ones you actually asked for
The desire for that sanctified one had long subsided my friend
And yet I look through my eyehole every once now and then
Reminiscing the old times, joys and pain.”
The river smiled not knowing what to say…
Philosophies seldom arrive when life is all happy and gay.
