Delusional


Stolen grace, maroon tucked tight, he strides across the way
She in green floral salwar, smiling at his weirdness
 Their worlds collided, hiding the mysteries of the future.
Forbidden love bloomed, ignoring the whispers of disapproval.
Flourishing against all the odds of age and hierarchy.

Blissful moments and stolen kisses made them flutter. 
Joyous and bright days pass, leaving her delusional. 
Though decent, anxieties often clouded his judgement,
Layers of an unfathomable future are revealed gradually.

Yet she dwelled in her fantasy, holding the rope of hope.
Every actionless clues, a sliver of light peeked through her dark.
Cold heart, turning down every men who dare to show,
Hoping that he would return from the night.

Waited in vain, her body wrapped in chains 
That dug into her skin, bleeding and crying.
Rumors were being spread that would tear her apart.
Heard his owe, blinded eyes of her's refusal to heed

Clinging onto the bits and pieces of her broken fallacy 
Webbed a cocoons around her, failing to grasp the truth. 
Until fate struck like thunder, smashing a heavy blow 
Exploded her bubble of delusion, drenching her in pain. 

The heaviness of her false, choked her in every breath.
For seeing a picture, stark, clear, and colorful 
The man, his bride, smiling radiantly and true 
Reality creeps in, splintering her fragile sphere.

Critiques pierced her as a dagger, severe
Why did you cling to this path of despair?
To live in delusion, devoid of care?
Her silence spoke volumes and volumes. 
A diegesis of agony too deep for words. 

Looking at his bride's innocence, 
She walks away, leaving the amour and the soul, .
Each step being a burden, heart that holds so tight,
Knowing that love can exist, even left behind!