Reminiscence

Lay the lonely lady by the lifeless ladder,

Her azure eyes blinked once or so,

She repeated her question again awhile,

The answer to which she wanted to know.

She asked the cause of the misfortune,

The true cause, the true reason,

Why did the life of the bud, half bloomed in the freeze,

Come to such an end with the setting sun.

The rays of the day sank deep down into the ocean,

Without a thought, without a moment's waste,

Dawned the dark of the dead with the doomed display,

Engulfing the beauty, the best in haste.

When did it all begin, she remembered it well,

Reminiscing about the past, the fun filled frolic,

Brought a curve on her lips,water in her eyes,

How the fire came in the blown candle's wick.

The moist eyelids met one another,

The drop ran down onto her cheek,

When she was suddenly startled by the waves' roar,

The thunder made the vividness all the more weak.

She witnessed the waves lashing against each other,

Playfully giggling in the lap of the sea,

Watched it with a smile, but with a void intellect,

She wished to be back there, at the same time not to be.

She turned back and searched for miles and miles,

Hoping to find a familiar face,

Disheartened she was to find no one present,

Stretching across the vast field was only sand on the base.

With the head held low and the spirits fallen,

The lady let out a deep, painful sigh,

The turbulent tears trickled down in the turmoil,

The only word flashing in her mind was, "Why?".

Why did it happen, in the past,

She tried to ask the question again,

Standing there, perplexed, in search for a reply,

She tried to reason, but all in vain.

Standing stiff and still, as if a statue,

Her hair brushed her brow with little of her heed,

She kept thinking of the thought that led her to choose,

The one she did, without analyzing which way it would lead.

O how the dame desired to be there,

Yet wishing the memoirs-de-past erased,

Her crimson lips uttered words that were dumb,

Standing all abandoned by the waves, dazed.

It happened for good, it was figured out,

The universal truth unveiled itself from the disguise,

But did it, really? The question arose,

Or, was the truth a complete otherwise...

Unable to answer the self asked questions,

The lady blinked blankly at the blue ocean,

It turned dark, from flames to ashes,

The sphere submerged, the day was done.

It still left behind some unexplained explanations,

That lay flashing in the calm of the sky,

That lay resting in the depths of the waters,

And hiding beneath the dunes as the creatures nearby.

The meek maiden, without a clue to the same,

Walked on with steps sedate and a vacant will,

Made an utmost attempt to regain her poise,

The attempt failed, the scene continued still...

Lay the lonely lady by the lifeless ladder,

Her azure eyes blinked once or so,

She didn't repeat her question, because she knew,

The answer to the same she'll not be able to know.