I want to tell you a story.

A story of two lovers;

who loved each other so unconditionally that they died silently in their families’ misconception of them.

Lovers that loved each other so dearly but were stopped to even be bullets and arrows for their affection.

Completely misunderstood by what they named color,

black and fair became the reason of their fate.

But he loved her, that Romeo-Juliet type of love where one’s pain was the discomfort of the other,

and where happiness brew more love in their hearts.

It was aching;

and what she felt when they were separated was that the ocean that they used to go to;

the ocean that had all the whispers of their love;

that carried each piece of him and her;

that had sympathized with their destiny;

that ocean had become cold and pale and bitter for summer had left way back with him.

And they were never going to understand;

that they had lost their son in the conflict.

He was deported abroad but he left his soul miles away;

Poison is not only what the human beings consume,

Poison is also what human beings use to have their way.

And that slowly consumed the very meaning of his existence;

Making him no less than a dog that whimpers its tail to its main.

Ask about her?

She looked at the ocean waiting to be absorbed by her nothingness.

That was her imagination.

They knew no sympathy for her case.

Ever heard of a lion ever favoring a goat?

It was a lost case-pure blasphemy,

If that could probably be the best term to be used.