AND...WHEN SCARES.....
THIS IS A SIMPLE POEM....BUT IT HAS A SAY...TRY TO HEAR THAT...
The Lone wolf...
In the valley he was alone...
A glaring pair of eyes,
Wandered the solitudes of the valley.
He was scary
As he was a wolf
With fiery canine
With bloody, panting tongue
Glowing eyes in the dark
And his gruesome howling art...
He was a scary thing
As he was a wolf....
And he was alone...
Long and deep valley echoed his howling...
Beautiful purple flowers made him sick of solitude...
Indelible reminiscence of a dream made him stray...
Thrashing the river side flowers...
Breaking the silence of night...
His ears were erected forever...
He never misses a whisper...
So he was prone to the cursing of woods...
And he was desperate to find some love...
But nothing came along...
Nothing but cricket’s fracas...
Nothing but obdurate rains.
The one day...
She came down from the mountains
Like fire in the hands of Prometheus...
In red glowing frock
In the midst of purple flower bed
She was like they say...
An angel from the skies...
Her green eyes were deep...
Her lips reminded red berries of the valley
When she drunk from the silent sage river...
Her reflection sped his current...
Oh! She was beauty...
Her dulcet songs castigated his solitudes
Laying head on his paws
Concealing his claws...
He gazed at the village girl for hours...
She came down to pick flowers...
Some gods like this purple flowers
If gods could talk to her
They would have demanded this girl, he thought.
Irony! It is...
Even gods can’t have the best!!!
But she descended to his heart...
May be she came down to heal,
To heal his pains
To heal his solitudes...
But!!!
She is human!!!
Wolf closed his eyes,
Love cares no such thing...
She inured coming to the innocuous valley...
Laying his head on paws
Concealing his claws of love
The wolf gazed her for hours...
He knew she too was weary of silence
He knew she would scare a lot when it brakes...
But!
As I said...
He thought...
Love cares no such thing...
It comes...
It flows
It blends thy eyes and conscious
It blends thy heart and intellect
It fills thy vacuum
It sucks thy self inside...
As he was a wolf
He was scary...
But he dared to incise his veil
His painful composure languished...
He had much to sing...
His itinerant search for her
His hearts somber laments to her...
But!
All god gave him was a fiery howl!
As he was a wolf he scared the little girl...
She slipped in to the deep river current...
Her eyes were filled with fear
Her hands were full of purple flowers
And her frock was wet and heavy
Like a moon stone in silk thrown to a wishing well
She submerged with out a cry...
Her eyes glowed as she went down the deep!!
She whispered something no one heard!
All was so fast...
Like the obdurate rain which came down...
Wolf was staring at the river...
Its depths remained calm...
So calm...
Raindrops washed his fur
It washed down his tears
As it always does...
Again the valley wore it barren face...
So barren like his heart...
He retreated to the deep woods...
His laments lay in a song...
A song that no one heard
As he was a wolf
He was scary ,like his heart...
Night came with an absent moon.
Wolf saw torches descending the mountains
Like furious Zeus descends for his fire...
He ran so fast....
And when he stopped he woke the purple flowers...
They loomed at his eyes...
They were wet.
There he lay...
With his head on the paws
Revealing his claws
Revealing his love...
Voices came near...
He saw the green eyes in the dark river...
They were too wet...
And they were expecting him...
Aneesh k.m(1/1/2010)
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