Ballad for you with me:
he who is soaked in dust is a man whose left part of chest is coloured dark red by the seeping blood from the hollow vented space he left in hope of some happiness and warmth entering in his life…
he seems to be drunk; perhaps just to subsidize his glorius pain..
his random steps depicted him as a gypsy dancing in celebration which actually was due to the wine’s effect he just gulped down..
beneath the sky his eyelashes couldnot hold long and covered the millions of stars shining in his eyes..
he stood before her on his knees with his tears persuading her to wipe them off but the dark red fluid would have spoiled her hands decorated with henna..
he gave up knowing his dreams and last wishes would soil her new life..his eyes though could tell about his last few seconds are in no mood to hang on…
for me he is the last man with a heart..
someone save him!! As I can sense his popping veins and his heart beating which is as honest as the stars with night and tears with pain..
he is still alive inspite of his shoulders falling ditto like someday he fell for his lady…
some blown warm air rising up above the earth which shows his warmth for her love; which can be felt even now when he is buried beneath the earth with fake promises, fake commitment piling up in a heap…
I can feel something moist around as while lying beneath his skin I try to wipe his tears but couldnot get hold of his stoned eyes staring at the sky; praying his lord to give her the bestest and the highest..
i couldnot saturate his pain and tears inspite of being his soul who can now not boast of “being immortal”
BusEkMusafir 