LONE WOLF

TO MANY, LOVE IN HEART IS LIKE THE WOLF'S PAW...WE ALL ARE,OR WERE WEARY ABOUT THE CLAWS ....OR THE LOVE..SHOULD I REVEAL???....WHAT IF SHE OR HE SCARES???
AND...WHEN SCARES.....

THIS IS A SIMPLE POEM....BUT IT HAS A SAY...TRY TO HEAR THAT...

The Lone wolf...

In the valley he was alone...

A glaring pair of eyes,

Wandered the solitudes of the valley.

He was scary

As he was a wolf

With fiery canine

With bloody, panting tongue

Glowing eyes in the dark

And his gruesome howling art...

He was a scary thing

 As he was a wolf....

And he was alone...

Long and deep valley echoed his howling...

Beautiful purple flowers made him sick of solitude...

Indelible reminiscence of a dream made him stray...

Thrashing the river side flowers...

Breaking the silence of night...

His ears were erected forever...

He never misses a whisper...

So he was prone to the cursing of woods...

And he was desperate to find some love...

But nothing came along...

Nothing but cricket’s fracas...

Nothing but obdurate rains.

The one day...

She came down from the mountains

Like fire in the hands of Prometheus...

In red glowing frock

In the midst of purple flower bed

She was like they say...

An angel from the skies...

Her green eyes were deep...

Her lips reminded red berries of the valley

When she drunk from the silent sage river...

Her reflection sped his current...

Oh! She was beauty...

Her dulcet songs castigated his solitudes

Laying head on his paws

Concealing his claws...

He gazed at the village girl for hours...

She came down to pick flowers...

Some gods like this purple flowers

If gods could talk to her

They would have demanded this girl, he thought.

Irony! It is...

Even gods can’t have the best!!!

But she descended to his heart...

May be she came down to heal,

To heal his pains

To heal his solitudes...

But!!!

She is human!!!

Wolf closed his eyes,

Love cares no such thing...

She inured coming to the innocuous valley...

Laying his head on paws 

Concealing his claws of love

The wolf gazed her for hours...

He knew she too was weary of silence

He knew she would scare a lot when it brakes...

But!

As I said...

He thought...

Love cares no such thing...

It comes...

It flows

It blends thy eyes and conscious

It blends thy heart and intellect

It fills thy vacuum

It sucks thy self inside...

As he was a wolf

He was scary...

But he dared to incise his veil

His painful composure languished...

He had much to sing...

His itinerant search for her

His hearts somber laments to her...

But!

All god gave him was a fiery howl!

As he was a wolf he scared the little girl...

She slipped in to the deep river current...

Her eyes were filled with fear

Her hands were full of purple flowers

And her frock was wet and heavy

Like a moon stone in silk thrown to a wishing well

She submerged with out a cry...

Her eyes glowed as she went down the deep!!

She whispered something no one heard!

All was so fast...

Like the obdurate rain which came down...

Wolf was staring at the river...

Its depths remained calm...

So calm...

Raindrops washed his fur

It washed down his tears

As it always does...

Again the valley wore it barren face...

So barren like his heart...

He retreated to the deep woods...

His laments lay in a song...

A song that no one heard

As he was a wolf

He was scary ,like his heart...

Night came with an absent moon.

Wolf saw torches descending the mountains

Like furious Zeus descends for his fire...

He ran so fast....

And when he stopped he woke the purple flowers...

They loomed at his eyes...

They were wet.

There he lay...

With his head on the paws

Revealing his claws

Revealing his love...

Voices came near...

He saw the green eyes in the dark river...

They were too wet...

And they were expecting him...

Aneesh k.m(1/1/2010)