Had a kite
colourful sight
swishing and swirling
and fluttering so high
craning my neck
looked at my kite
he looked so grand
I felt a rush of pride
flew him high
flew him wide
felt him dip down
gazing at me
what more I want?
he is mine
held the threads
that connected me and him
had the total control
just a tug will have him snug...
Sudden swish
another kite
not so grand
came to his side.
thought will play
a game of war
fun to watch him
coil her pretty neck
thought they were fighting
as he tried to pull her
and she fought too
swaying and twirling
as i watched
she gained control
saw him slipping
going her way.
I tried to right him.
but before i knew
he stopped fighting
losing deliberately
i knew that moment
he fell for her
she charmed him
she wooed him
followed him with zest.
with a slight dip
he looked at me
it was that moment
he chose her for me...
the threads were cut
he left with her
No backward glance
not a moment of regret
watched him fly by
dancing a passion dance
coiled to each other
she breathing his breath
My thread to sanity
opted to leave me
I stood still feet firmly planted
gazing at him
with a loose thread in my hand.
May 20, 2016
May 20, 2016 at 4:19 PM UTC
Had a kite
colourful sight
swishing and swirling
and fluttering so high
craning my neck
looked at my kite
he looked so grand
I felt a rush of pride
flew him high
flew him wide
felt him dip down
gazing at me
what more I want?
he is mine
held the threads
that connected me and him
had the total control
just a tug will have him snug...
Sudden swish
another kite
not so grand
came to his side.
thought will play
a game of war
fun to watch him
coil her pretty neck
thought they were fighting
as he tried to pull her
and she fought too
swaying and twirling
as i watched
she gained control
saw him slipping
going her way.
I tried to right him.
but before i knew
he stopped fighting
losing deliberately
i knew that moment
he fell for her
she charmed him
she wooed him
followed him with zest.
with a slight dip
he looked at me
it was that moment
he chose her for me...
the threads were cut
he left with her
No backward glance
not a moment of regret
watched him fly by
dancing a passion dance
coiled to each other
she breathing his breath
My thread to sanity
opted to leave me
I stood still feet firmly planted
gazing at him
with a loose thread in my hand.
