Love is a feeling which can make you do things beyond your imagination. Even if you are creeping into disguise, you won’t notice it clearly before your eyes, as they lie veiled beneath LOVE.
While some take love seriously, others treat it like a game where they should try their hands too. This post is an imagination by me about one such kid, who faced mishap from his mate.
In a cottage at my nearest
A wicked spell has outraged
Gulped into the darkness of underworld
Infancy of a kid has got caged.
As came the demonic blow of Satan,
The angelic cosmos; tranquil & serene,
In a wink of eyes they all have faded.
Fantastical characters locked inside dolls
Are lying crushed; dead in terrain of remorse.
Anthology of knitted stories held on the shelf
Has fallen off the walls of hope
Cascade of pages have come out
Sucked into the whirlpool of hatred.
Clinking of bells have stopped
Brewing is stillness
A frightening awe has evolved.
Out of scare frozen in my spines
I hurried to shut close my window
But before, a tattered note came flying inside
Inscribed in red: 'my love'
I recognized the kid’s handwriting.
I recognized the kid’s handwriting.
With a jolt of dread, senses riposted
I woke up with pounding heart affrighted.
A nightmare?
Pearls of perspiration rolled off my lobes
Hue and cry prevailed in air
I heard through the window,
'A kid has died'.
