FranKophone

On mornings like this, When gentle streaks of light Play hide and seek with darkness, I crave to hold you real tight. And never let you go. In a spur, I abandon my hesitation, Cross the space between us. You often take cue  and recoil, Just like my true lovesick man. Slowly our tale begins and then I hear you whisper a name With passion and trepidation. I pause , I listen. It isn’t mine, someone else’s. Fantasy shatters, heartache entails. On waking up, you forget all. I act like I know nothing at all.  Pic Courtesy : Google

There were so many things I wanted to tell you, But you went away before I could gather my courage. Years rolled by But you never answered my letters. I thought you had Forgotten me. The rains brought you back To my doorsteps. You were a homeless tramp, A lost man in the battle of life. Little did I know What you were upto. I smiled at my luck My dream was turning real. But you betrayed me again. You repaid me too well. Slit my throat when I was sleeping, Dreaming of you and me together. Now I write in my own blood The saga of cruel pain you gave me. Avenge I shall, But how can I hurt my own love ?