Through Their Eyes

They had a dream
They had a vision
To be happy and serene
To live for each other
To cherish each other.
They had Their home
Built after times turbulent
Had two sons born
The sun smiled on both of them.
They had a small garden
Lush green grass to soothe
For their sons to play
And serenades of the night.
But snakes turned up in them
Poisoning the blades of grass
Oh, what of the swing
And of their thought?
Cut was the grass
The snakes hissed their last.
They had flowers in winter
Bright, large, and beautiful
Yet they had fragrance not
And the winter rose blossomed not.
Down came torrential rain
Beating down the wooden swing
It survived not the harsh weather
Their sons never played on it.
They had tendrils and creepers
Running over Their home
Yet prying eyes fell on them
Dark glances that left their mark.
Their sons they had thought
Would love each other
Enjoy each other’s company
And be companions through age.
Quarrel they did not much
Yet moved their individual ways
Love they did each other
Such love that is never shown.
Soon life marked them in melancholy
And scarred them with its breath
As They watched in oblivion
Knowing not as they moved farther apart.
Still They had each other
Life and dream so far apart
Fortune scorned benevolently
As misfortune painted its grey
Survive They did through that
Their dreams marred with time
Their sons now poles apart.
Attempt they did many
To dream new dreams
Melancholy always moving closer
Shadowing the summer sun
Fogging out the winter warmth.
Through Their eyes
Lost, broken, and shattered
Simple loving dreams of joy
Sighing away everyday
AS the distance in their eyes
Inching closer everyday
They know it in Their heart…

- Parekh, Pravesh

September 26, 2013; 05:17 AM