A rhyming sail.

Her shoulder, to keep his head on;
Her eyes
would understand each vibe,
whatever his heart had to say,
she had known already,
whether he said so, or naught,
she had known him this much strong.

His heart knew
how it felt to be in her place, her situation.
Whilst she wouldn’t believe he felt her pain.
She believed not in him, for any care;
she only knew, how to give love
and not to accept it.

He had known many a people,
like her, who had lived a life with many-
many people. Her friends, they had been.

Whilst he roamed around, being lonely,
She decorated every moment, with a feel,
enriched with love, that was the paradise.
With her pals, pleasant every day
of memories, full of joy and symphony.

Life had brought them, at this array;
that they had to meet, being
from exactly different poles, yet they say,
that the opposites attract, do they stand,
for each-other, every part of the day.

How much in everyday
do they disagree, it doesn’t matter.
For, at the end of each day,
they were lovers in friendship,
beautifully held together.
Few misunderstood them, what was
about to be going in their feather.
Well, it was their concern for either self,
it was all that to them mattered.

She could accept, that he couldn’t heal her,
Yet she won’t be healed,
unless his presence gleamed,
through the stars at night that twinkled,
or be it the flourishing blaze of the sun.
They were friends for life,
for whatever the world had to comment
in their yet anew, a different verse.
The truth remained to be a truth,
ever lively and ever pleasant.

Gagandeep Singh Vaid