You were there as usual in bed, Smiling weakly when I woke you up. I opened those two windows a bit. A new ray of light lighted you up. You looked the same to me dear, then! Like an angel whose wings but have been Tucked under, more on her own will than Being forced. You still have that sheen! When you blinked, I kicked myself, Closing the windows so that you could Open your eyes that warmed my self. I never thought about it. Who would? You closed them again, stating that You wished to sleep. I obliged then. When I turned, I saw some forms that Were surrounding you. That was when, I was angry after a long time that I yelled at them. But no sound came. They stared me, I wasn't afraid, but Returned that matching the flame. One of them just smiled then at me. It felt like a lightning; I closed my eyes. When I opened them, I could not see Them and I vented out in vain malice. Then I turned to see you, and was Shocked as you looked like a leaf That was fading and dry like a vase, That was once good. I felt that grief Hitting me like a blizzard then On a hapless traveler who came for A break from a hot country for fun. Then I felt like a fast falling star. How dare they stole you from me dear? And how vainful I have become, alas! If only I see them again, they'll fear Me through out without a pause. What made me breakdown then was that Peaceful and divine smile that I saw In your face and my anger had just Been replaced by sorrow. I felt like a straw, So powerless that I could not even Take upon those who stamp on me. Let them come back and make it even, Taking me to you; They'll find that easy, As there would then be nobody who Stops them even for a short while. What is the use of a lovely bow, After the archer's left many a mile?
Thanks ChillBreeze, for your appreciation. Point noted too. Btw, writing sad things is a bit easier, as the emotions flow naturally [on our past experiences which we often think about]. -rgs
