In The Cold Light Of Day
How lethal were the arrows of emotions
When the amorous glimpse was the fatal blade
And daggers of thy eyes
Expeditiously sliced through my Heart
With a queer tranquility,
Alas!
‘Tiz all but fog,
In the cold light of day!
Those chilly November nights on the terrace
And the sweet fragrance of thee
When dulcet feelings
Wrapped up like a cozy blanket
With a heady wine of Love,
Alas!
‘Tiz but a dream,
In the cold light of day!
How I felt such ecstasy
When the Temple bells rang in cadence
With blissful tides
Of my personal hymn
Contemplating a wedlock,
Alas!
When did it cease?
In the cold light of day?
A promised uttered,
“That I shall revert at sunset”
And flowers nodded
To bloom with radiance the next day
Whilst I waited with curiosity,
Alas!
‘Tiz but gushing wave which carried it away,
In the cold light of day!
What an ethereal beauty
Of togetherness we coiled
And now emotions are distorted by time,
Rippling through the reticent pool of memories
Where fathomless well of thoughts reside with untold Images.
Alas!
‘Tiz all but a peripatetia,
In the cold light of day!
~ Copyright © Surabhi Kaura 2015
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Nice work again Surabhi, as the delusions of love are many, and ‘in the cold light of day’ reality can bite. Very well expressed with sound imagery and phrasing. Well done.
Thank you, Tony. Appreciations!