We see things as they are
As they should have been
So you refuse to look up at all
And I peep slyly from within.
Bitter recriminations lie, like
Dry leaves on the ground
In this black and white landscape
Of rights and wrongs, where
No one turns around.
No one sees the blossoming
Red, of ruby wounded heart,
No one sees the golden hope
Wither and fall apart.
We have two hearts entwined
Love is not of the mind,
Preaching right and wrong
In jet and ice
But the rainbows that we find.
In soft petals that require our tears
To nurture hope and wash off fears
To smell and take in the fragrance
Sip the sweet mercy of romance.
Look back, and turn around then
Our love still blossoms, though
Bleeding scarlet stains...
In falsehood's pride, don't pay this price
This meaningless craven sacrifice
Please, don't let us go,
In vain.
© Amrita Valan 2015
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