THE LOVE AND HATE STORY
It did hurt not calling
her but his pride could not take a fall,
It had been hours of
falling apart since she cried on that call!
Hard to argue with someone
who only sulks on being hurt,
The quarrel was fought
in silence after a brief noisy start.
It may seem trivial for
the rest of us, who do not know,
That a day spent
without a call could lead to such a row!
The sun went down
without an answer to a hundred rings,
Till with a frown and anger
he yanked at his guitar’s strings.
His hours became
lonelier evermore yearning for her voice,
Lost in darkness he
sang even more but much of that was noise.
He did not hear when
she called back till one hundredth time,
At midnight he was
tired with grief and stopped at that chime;
Soon after he saw his
phone and stared with much indecision,
It was hard to hate so
much the one he loved without reason!
While his fingers
dallied over that call he wanted not to make,
The call came through;
his phone lit up and it began to shake.
With a heart so sore he
could not hear another hurtful word,
She caused the gloom in
his cheerless face, yet she struck a chord!
And for minutes he
spoke not a word and that made her cry,
He hung up the phone
and he never responded to any of her ‘why’!
Sleepless hours slowly
went by teamed up with smoke and spirits,
His red eyes reflected fond
memories but he lamented the demerits.
He did not think about
the consequence of his brooding disposition,
For far away Juliet
thought of ways to cope with the silent admonition!
The resentful despair
in the ungodly hours made her cut her wrist,
That ceaseless stream
of blood drained her life and loosened up her fist!
Thus juvenile love
claimed a teenage breath with so much more to live,
Coz love and hate was an
intense game too much irrational and addictive!
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Great!!!
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