A Story of Him and Her
He knew everything
(About his mind).
When to let go,
When to give in,
He knew everything.
From tomorrow to a million year
Were clear in front of his eyes;
Perfect and precise.
(And) He was so certain
(Of) What makes sense,
What goes in vain.
From the lover to the fling
He was certain of everything.
But she seemed naïve
Troubled by her life
All she knew
She knew of love.
And nothing more
She could make sound sure.
(That) made him edgy,
Sometimes laugh...
No, girl, he said,
Things can't be true
For me and you this way!
You must work out for the day.
(He expressed his worries for her)
Like it say, he quoted,
'You must get your shit together!'
We can't start till you are free…
A strong, self-dependent entity!
She smiled and nodded
She whispered kind of
'Yes....'
And there were things
She failed to express…
She tried to think in her mind
Can everything be defined?
But all she could think
Was thoughts of love
So she begged a little mercy
To the God above.
Well, he added,
A believer I'm certainly not!
Yet a godly advice
I'll give you I thought...
For to him she was
Made of some different spice
Blended with brown sugar
And everything nice.
He wishes her good,
.......And melted in his arms
....On his own terms.
She was listening
With her eyes beaming at him
He looked like her favourite ice cream
When her throat is sore
The pain and the cure.
And the temptation......
Mmmmmm, She thought,
I'll hold it for now...
He smiled back;
Was thinking the same! And Somehow,
She knew
For this smile's sake
She'd fly him even to
The Mars and back.
However,
She said goodnight instead.
With a restless mind
Headed to bed.
Restless yet singing
Like a late spring dove
A song he knew for sure
Was a song of love!
And this, I ponder,
Seems like a riveting Prelude!
Thus this story goes.
To be continued.......
Fouzia Mahin Choudhury is a freelance creative writer, lyricist, and an emerging poet. She is also a media communications professional; currently working with a research based audio-visual production hub Empty Yard.
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