A story and its take!

Face goes pale as a ruthless sky,

Eyes ask not cynosure but freedom to be.

To walk as a loner, as any passerby,

Impaint within self, the emotions of the sea.

Yes, they say; his face loses its charm,

They noticed how his joys had ceased to exist.

Within himself he could feel the calm,

When experiences of life had very much billed;

Upon him, the roughness and the storm,

Still, he had let life open to the window silt;

To take in to the changes that would swarm,

In his newer life, that at an earlier point spilled.

Why couldn't he, well why couldn't?

Let it be, to go away and not taunt him again.

But, he couldn't let her be alone in his want,

If anyone else couldn't be hers,

was it needful of him, to be the same?

No, he wasn't what the world may have been,

For, to him; her smile was his only dream.

What would be, oh what would be;

When he was her only one lover,

from the heart, did he heed.

Love was to appear once again that day,

When she said sorry, it was her mistake;

To not hold him, when he needed her to stay;

when to her, not he but her own self did sake.

Gagandeep Singh Vaid