That last mountain,
Is where he lives,
My crippled soul,
Won’t allow me to visit.
He hides in the black clouds, threatens to pour his love. As soon as I reach out, flashes of lightning frighten me. Boom! The thunder makes my feeble heart jump. Whoosh! He plays with my hair. Yes, its hide and seek in the empty wind.
His life looks so happy,
Mine, so hollow,
feelings strewn like autumn leaves
Am I craving for another vacuum?
Till I reach there, I would never know. Shackles of domestication I can never break. My hands tied behind my family’s name. Gosh! Was it him in the telephone ring? Is it him in those distant trees? My heart yearns to climb those mountains. My shoes are at home.
I will take the unrequited love,
Beyond my grave.
This unexplored mountain,
That untold love story.
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