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Sneha shenoy Sep 2017
The golden sand swept around in synthe of beech,
where he hath made promises which he’ll keep.
He held her hands and walked past the bow,
the fazed waves whispered with a thwart,
Being thalosophile she stood with no go.

When the sea embraced the shore,
She could not keep him forsaken anymore.
Both settled to relish the saline tang,
As they oft had love pang.

One moonlit night she saw banshee,
Who warned her foredooming death,
She feared his life & ran gasping for breath.

She saw the wind unusually howled
When her beloved sailed and left her in cold.

She woke up and hushed and scream,
“this was a dream!”
Alas! Unconsolable she seam,
When She saw his scar left on her heart,
Memories flashing by and her world falling apart.
This is the story of the princess who stays by the beach who loves the sea... Shes madly in love with the man who she makes the love of her life... The beach,had witnessed the vows of the couples.. The sea being her lover warns her whispers to her about the treacherous man... But she being struck by the cupids arrows fails to seek the summons of,the sea... One moonlit night she sees banshee which is supposed to be the sprit Which warns people of forecomming death ... So the princess is afraid that she might loose her price ... She without even giving a second thought runs to meet the prince... Now the tragedy recalls on her n the wind howls strongly symbolizing the tragic parting of the two where she sees her prince elope with another lady ,she's all,alone left in the cold destined to be condemned by her fate She wakes up with fear ,and bit relieved cuz it was a dream.... But soon tears roll
K Balachandran Dec 2014
Wintry dark night in her elements appears
unleashes her harsh reign over the world submissive,
every spec of light awake is  frightened,
threatened to extinction by the minions of darkness
they decide to go underground and hibernate
waiting for their time to come, with bated breath

A long time after dusk falls, like a winter wonder
created by a wizard, in nature's command,
a pale white disk appears at the far end of the horizon
and slowly reveals her true color as the resplendent moon.

In a dark cavern he sits thinking about her,
a drop of buttery light spilled from moon's hold
falls right on his lap, rekindling his hope to reunite
his pulses race, he feels a sudden delight
the trees in tandem move, sing a song for her heart to rejoice.

Darkness, loses her grip, now in back foot quick
moon  unleashes her soft waves of influence
now he hears the song his heart sings, a forgotten tune
and then from a distance he hears it first----
a night bird's song for it long lost pair,
"It's her, it's her" his broken heart lets out a cry..

— The End —