NOTE TO THE READER:
BOM is BARD OF MUMBAI ie CHINMAYA.(to the right)
BS is BABY SAINT ie RAJ.(to the left)
SD is SILENT DESTINY ie NISHANTH.(in between)
The stage had been, long before, set
when, the BOM and SD had met.
Though that happened nearly a year
POETRY had made distances look near.
Through his testimonials, an image he used to paint
and that was the claim to fame in the case of BS.
Something dark to write on was what SD used to covet
and that’s what made him known as the DARK POET.
Suddenly came a call to the BOM, one evening
and it was SD who said that he would be coming.
Being a BARD, he felt that it was like a reward
as to meet his colleague, he could look forward.
Soon came Saturday and in the morning
the BOM was about to go about roaming.
But he decided to take around, with him, SD
so that he knew about some sights in the city though many.
Since the SD had left his city and also his home
how he felt, its not known, as they went onto roam.
It struck the BOM that to increase some felicity
it would best to meet BS to complete the trinity.
So just before the sun set that evening
happened, after long, a sort of meeting
that atleast for the BOM was unforgettable
and hopefully for the others, equally memorable.
I am someone made out of pure milk and ghee
that to someone special, a patron used to give me.
It used to make the meeting so very memorable
as I also was equally tasty and irresistible.
Though by eating me, hunger wouldn’t appease
atleast by giving it to her, the boy would try to please.
It was symbolic of almost, of theirs, every meet
so that the mood would remain for them, upbeat.
At times, the girl would break me into two
taking one for him, the other she would chew.
Slowly and steadily, it would, in the mouth, dissolve
and feelings for each other, would slowly evolve.
Though I wasn’t something great to make as a purchase
for quite a long time, this went on as a craze.
My size, like any other, was really trivial and small
but apparently, atleast it made each other, in love, to fall.
Anyways, now, a real long time it has been
that to purchase me ,the boy I’ve seen.
Maybe one more time, to her, if he were to offer
differences of opinion they had, may turn out to be better.
Every night, I try hard to get my share of sleep
as I cant stop when my heart is out to weep.
Every night comes to me, your thought
and without you, in life, I am out to rot.
Every night, I think of what happened in the past
and wonder why we couldn’t, like others, everlast.
Every night I miss the love, from you, I used to get
and now without it, I feel worse than an abject.
Every night comes to my mind how we used to talk
and why, the aisle, we weren’t meant to walk.
Every night I wonder what you may be upto
and wonder as to why I have no longer any clue.
Every night I pray that my mind gets some peace
so that for a few hours, I can sleep at ease.
Every night, I wish that it, wouldn’t have to end
as the next day, without you,I wouldn’t know how to spend.
