remembering her...

Sitting on the couch,
At her palatial mansion so peopled...
On her birthday party night...
I saw her chatting with an enemy, in the black suit and pointed shoes...
I saw her
busy talking to her friends, as I was left forlorn...on the couch...

Methought it was raining outside at that point of time-
When my scanning eyes fell on her...
O god! it rained within and without!

I looked at her ears with perfect lobes bedecked with long drops...
I looked at the tinge of pink on her unkindly cheek...
I looked at her heaving bosom, wrapped under the veil...
I looked at her happy spot on her swan like neck...
I tried to gauge the valleys and the hills...
I tried to take a plunge in the lakes...

Methought it was raining then as I stared at her dazzling presence-
Oblivious of me...

Sitting on the couch,
At her palatial mansion without people...
Methought I saw her open and unclothed...
It had been raining that day as well...
Methought we entered the heaven of bliss...
On the couch itself
Upon which now I sit...
Forlorn...