I wondered about you again as i saw the picture - it had triggered the madness that i had tried really hard to curb. It was a tease - a remonstrance against how i had dealt with you and myself; an appeal against time. I have had felt this before - this feeling of having been wronged by nature. Though i tried as before to get rid of it - hide from it; yet this time I couldnt help but wonder about how beautiful your wedding would be - how the decorations must be perfect like the glitter of the galaxy. I wondered about how your friends would come with big gifts and how your groom shall have an even bigger smile. I wondered about how this time your eyes would flirt with love - how you shall glow in the wedding dress. I wondered about the pride that you shall hold in that bosom and that even brighter hope with which your thoughts would simmer. I wondered about how your speech would glint with the soft coyness of a newly-wed. I wondered, stopped and then murmured to myself - Ah! Being a poet is a curse. ~Me, love.
Posted on: Tue, 23 Dec 2014 18:32:41 +0000