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4th-Sep-2009 10:36 pm - His and Her Circumstances
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And here's the corresponding poem to my story below, "The Memory of Silver and Sapphire". Enjoy! R & R!☺

HIS AND HER CIRCUMSTANCES

Suchi~~ :D

 

He was there, standing yet aloof;

She was fast approaching, her footsteps resounding through the floor.

A memory came upon them, a sudden gush of remorse,

Would they be able to overcome everything, if that everything is now gone?

 

“I can see it clearly,” she said to him, “and I knew that it wouldn’t succeed...”

Anguish suddenly gushed through, breaking his exemplary heed,

She ran beneath the night sky, tears chasing her placidly;

He followed her, and known her troubles won’t leave her that easily.

 

Meddling parents made their worlds revolve for entirety,

They met through their antics, yet somehow they felt estranged;

Nonetheless, circumstances made a pivotal turn for the deranged,

Both crossed each other’s paths, proving one’s compromising loyalty.

 

If love is really meant as a paradox, then it is indeed irreplaceable;

Ill-manners were not regarded, and were left to loiter on the pebbles.

He calls her names, she hits him twice, and they continued being ridiculous;

Despite it all, feelings were still left incomprehensible.

 

 

 

She was alone in her sorrows, reminiscing on tender memories;

He continued walking, and sees a shooting star cross the settling breeze.

She wished upon the star, and he correspondingly followed the trails,

Eyes met, gazes were locked – and they finally saw each other.

 

Yes, the failed wedding – both gasped at the notion,

Both were acting so peculiar, or so they thought.

Both are still children at heart, even though marriage is for adults;

A sudden marriage without their consent -- - how could that be great?

 

Odds or fate as it may seem, hordes of despicable personas appeared;

With the support of numerous fiancées, they were conspicuously annihilated.

Putting that aside, they finally spoke with each other;

Words let themselves speak, an instrument of relentless communication.

 

He stood up recklessly, and slowly took her hand;

He helped her stand, amidst the heavy winds across the skies.

She smiled in turn - - Yes! It would finally be alright.

For unbeknownst to them, fate weaves yet again: a story of their circumstances.

 

 

 

 

 



 

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