spilleronsheet

First meeting

They met 

on a blind date 

setup by elders 

where they only ate 

 

they met again 

on a beachside 

on a summer noon 

only to say no 

but who knows, how to say no

 

the beautiful beach had its own view 

yet they were captured, in their own hues 

the tides kept playing 

where they gaze met 

and shy adorning the eyes 

as they ate 

 

Breaking the silence 

he asked with courage 

which flowers she liked 

she answered with smile 

the one which isn’t plucked over time 

 

 

years passed 

Separated   by continents apart 

one in army 

the other in an international company 

none could say no 

cause none wanted to separate 

hooked by a thread 

the flowers keep dangling by the beachside 

the un- plucked flowers of time