Oh my darling dear, the moment I see you,
I feel no worries, I feel no fear.
Your voice is so sweet,
And its the only reason,
Why on my dead face,
This big and wide smile would appear!
Your perfect choice of words and the twangling of the strings,
Takes me back to the happy nostalgic times of the springs!
With the beautiful sound,
And the dark sky filled with shining stars,
Pour me one more glass,
And I promise you, child,
This would be my last…
For you it is an art, the way I divulge,
The feelings of my broken heart!
Appreciation and incessant clapping like thunders,
I hope?
I wish,
Could do some wonders!
Continuous playing of the guitar,
Has left my fingers weary and worn.
I can’t sing any louder,
If given half a chance,
The only activity I now desire,
Is to whine, scream and moan.
I am done with this,
My throat aches,
Voice breaks,
I just want to be free!
I’m tired of looking at the ocean so deep,
Which does nothing except making me weep,
Please.
Can you please?
Get up from that broken chair,
Leave that glass full of wine there,
And ask me,
How my day was?
What I would like to have for dinner?
I just need you and your love,
This is enough!
Please Hurry Up!
Megha is a creative writer. Just like the meaning of her name i.e. Rain (makes everything beautiful), she aims to make the world a better place to live in by being the most authentic version of herself. Also, encourages others to do the same through her writings.
