WEARY EYES

To love there are no reasons, and to love there are no rules;But as it’s always seen, to love is a crime, Committed by fools,

The rituals of telling the three words are often easy to say;

...but,

The bonds of love, like the bonds of rotting paper neva do stay,

HE wetted HIS weary eyes n plucked his entangled hair;

When HE heard people sayin that “LOVE IS IN THE AIR,”

Cos wat happened wid HIM, was never EVER fair;

She left HIM in splinters of solitude & profound despair,

Was his heart humane ? or a hearth like a burning kiln of woods;

I saw him leaning on the lampposts, a man of changing moods,

A fading smile on his fainting face , spoke surely of days they spent in romance;

And his tottering on streets of gutters n boulders; of the days they used to dance.

The last time he smiled and laughed at was far and late;

Not on the events, not on joyous notes; but on his own fate.

The anguish and the misery, intensified; with every drop of tear that rolled;

Recited a thousand stories of faith and betrayal; never seen and never told,
[DRAGON]
CONTD...............