The sky is desolate with tinge of dark frown marking it. It looks forlorn as it burst into droplets of tears and slowly drenching the land wet with sorrow and sadness. Crystal driblet clinging despairingly on the leaves and streets abandoned without any companion, the night is indeed forsaken and unloved. I am walking down this narrow despondent lane; pensive about how unloved I feel for our first anniversary. I should curse and hate her but why does this heart bleed and pain when I think of hating her? Is it me that is insane or is it me that has fallen too deep to stand up straight again.....

The meadow enamel with sodden dew, the Gaillardias fizzle gently in the breeze. A narrow pellucid brook flows calmly while the crusty trout swim swiftly in it. Your smile is beguiling with your eyes bathe in tears and the crowd as exuberant as they can be. The ring gleaming proudly in our hands with the promise of perennial crafted on the stone, it was the fourth time I fell in love with you.

The night is luminous and populous with star, bright enough to start a crisp day. The ground is flamboyant with stalls and booths and the air savored with cotton candies and pop corn. We lay entwine in eachother's warmth, our lips yoked with a kiss of Ad infinitum. It was the third time I fell in love with you.....

The night seems delicious,
Glazed with chocolaty darkness
Embellish with starry star
Resonance of laughter
Vibrations of delirium
Scent of seduction
Intoxication filling up
Enthusiasm circulating around
Quintessential it truly is

The sky hovers above me,
Majestically and limitless.
Stretching my hands,
Grasping to its infinity and nothingness.

The cloud flutter aimlessly,
fluffy and malleable.
I stretch my hands again,
Grasping to the emptiness of it.

Trying hard for something,
That can never be done,
Hoping ******* something,
That can never happen
Yearning immensly on something,
That can never be yours.

I lay on the ground,
Admiring from a far,
With a heart full of wants,
Yet can never be mine.