Till the end of time...

First sight- I ignored,

All the same I took a second look…

Pretty average- myself I told.

But shaken I felt…perhaps by fluke.

I gave it a thought,

And then laughed it off…

But with an unknown force I constantly fought.

Though the reason I was unsure of.

But I was afraid…

’cause I was sure a storm had started.

I asked, my voice laden with mockery,

Lost in me…

Will he always be?

Next time- things appeared even more grim,

Call of youth- advised a friend.

I tried hard to believe him,

’cause I did not want to meet my end.

And aware I was of my imminent doom,

The potion I was about to drink

Would mesmerise my soul in profound gloom.

As I thought so my heart started to sink.

Frantically I searched for the way out,

But once you are in there is no way out…

I asked, almost with an air of idiocy,

Lost in me,

Will he always be?

Later- doubtful I was no more.

I could listen patiently to my heart’s beat.

I felt slight tremors in the core…

I heard strange longings churning in it.

The high tide was gradually wading in…

Distinct were its surging and lashings.

Engulfed I would be if I did nothing

Yet I chose to ignore the warnings.

I had wanted to drown just by the shore,

I had everything, yet I had wanted more.

I asked, my voice fraught with irony,

Lost in me,

Will he always be?

I waited patiently for time to heal…

Steady was time…steadier my resolve to fall apart.

It still echoes the rhythm surreal…

Sacred as flame, accurate as dart.

As I watched with a sadistic glee,

I felt the noose around me tighten firmly,

I did not even try to wriggle free.

So content I was the inevitable end I could not see.

But shock and surprise did not cloud my vision.

What to realise? I was beyond realisation!

I answered myself with finality,

Lost in me,

He will always be…

PS:- Just because you have seen a rainbow there is absolutely no need to infer that it has had rained.