And She Was My Juliet

She was my inspiration

I had been waiting for her from dusk till sunrise

Her touch gave a comforting sensation

It was affectionate. It felt nice.

She had a calm and composed look

It could melt any heart

Her hands were like the pages of an unread book

She had mysterious eyes. Just like art.

When she appeared before me

The world stood still

As if the sky was kissing the sea

With his own will

Her eyes were like the Mariana trench

Any sailor like me could drown

Her smile was the nectar with which my thirst could quench

In spite of being in her eyes which were caramel brown.

I can't forget that unfortunate day

I can't forget that dreadful eve

I said what I had to say

But she just made me leave

I was left with wind and darkness

I wondered why didn't she accept

Till far away, I couldn't find a ray of happiness

For days I starved myself and just slept

Finally to get a proper answer

I followed that cold breeze

I reached her place, found a few louts

Talking about her dreadful disease

My breath got heavy

As my footsteps went to her door

I heard the cry of people inside

I could take no more.

I heard the doctor saying, "I tried..

But it wasn't in my hand"

I looked at the ground beneath me

And held the grains of sand.

My heartbeat stopped

My mouth opened wide

I entered her house

And went by her side.

The disease had made her weak

She wasn't strong

So she committed suicide.

As she couldn't hear the silent sad song.

I took the happy dagger from her hand and said,

"Pierce me through.

Persuade my breath to stop.

Sheath yourself inside my heart"

And unlike the last leaf, I dropped.