Heart Held Silent

The drizzle finally dived to kiss the dust and call it a blessing,

So the lips curved for smile as I got to write for the love of ours.

But why is it? Why to wait for union, with time, not destined!

And in while, my neurons are at fire to get me the glimpse of yours,

 I found you draped in the apparel of ethereal kind, treading down the paradise,

But moment next, you dispersed like the dew at the sight of the summer sun.

And for how long that my words will be left unspoken to you,

Cause I strive hard to keep the patience, but see, another full moon passes.

Oh! Now you come like the gust that strikes, like the twilight to the bright,

For I want you here with me, so you listen to all that speaks your praise.

Though, I hold no strong the art of ink, but I tried all to paint your perfection,

For at the end, the blue is not to judge the heights my heart held for yours.

And with my heart held tight, I again write to add for your praise,

All hopes still held high, that, let’s meet finally in the eyes of ours.

But to ill fate all these rhymes turned to musings but unfair to heart,

All my dreams crafted in hope, got demolished in despair, and just they fell apart.

I will say now; In the world of love, mine, a blighted star;

All days counted; the calls of the bellbird died in slumber afar.

The oceans’ ink dried up but left the lands not sure for roses to spring on,

And those desired trails to your heart never found to be mapped on.

I say in the end what now is left with me! A Hope that in hope died!

What more to bear, the heart now silent even to own call of whine.