She Was his Moonlight,
Her Sunshine he Was.
Their Feeling were Firm,
So was their love.
In different Time Zones They Met
Dawn for him
For her Twilight it was.
Distance was there,
So were the Priorities.
Still their Fountain of love
Never kissed the drought.
Years Passed And One Day:
You Guy’s still Together- Someone asked
The Pillar of our Love is Strong Enough To Bear The Corrosion of Distance And Time -they replied
ISHMEET SINGH (CONTENT) Aekam Dhillon (EDITED)
April 27, 2017
Their Meeting was Moirai,
But The life ahead was Their Pick.
Clutched by the Circus of the modern era,
They chose to Rose up for Cachet.
Wrecking the Intellect of many,
They Hauled the Society To Lift.
Wet in RED,
They Stood Up With DAWNING SUN.
Amble Passed the SUNFLOWER FIELDS,
To Reach the FERTILE LAND
Under shade of the BLUE “SKY“.
To Scent the LAVENDERS.
A Statement was made:
“Love Was Not Meant to be Strangled in the gender race”.
“I AM LEAVING he said
In a Spirited Voice.
Please Don’t Leave”. She Exclaimed.
“The War is On” She Wailed out loud, Hugging him tightly.
I have to go, But I will be back soon he Enumerated.
And Left With A promise to Return With PEACE.”
“Narrated a CRUSHED paper on the blood stained floor, the story of broken hearts and lost lives after WAR.”
In the land of fortunes the clouds of darkness emerged,
It’s 11 am the clocks shouted loudly in fear.
It was Hour of the devil.
A Havoc in a silence was about to begin, A replica to the Syrian norm.
Escaping was not an option for Cowards, Bravery Ranked up with the “Bath Salt”.
With assembled foots of a Tortoise Enters the Devil, Fading the Wave of happiness (the only source of knowledge for them).
Left with no Knowledge of right or wrong the creatures are forced down in the pits of darkness and fear.
With Death being the Ultimate Outcome of slavery and bravery.
Its “the time” the clocks shout outs loudly accompanied by the ringing bells, The Hour of Devil was about to end.
The wave of Happiness was ripe, Still the fear of “Tomorrow” haunted them in silence. Shattering them with pain.
Suddenly Splinter the Silence, Roar of the warriors is heard.
Emerging out from the pits of fear they are ready to face the Devil out their.
No.-80 a fairy shouts, With the last standing warrior killed on the ground.
Yet another day and The Devil exits the land of fortune in the mist of day.
APRIL 17, 2017