Yet Not To The Cemetery Poem by Mohamed Umar Farooq

It all started
Remember! the good old days
When we planned to sit in the cemetery
To talk about love and life
But finally walking down
The dark cross roads
Embracing after each alternative steps
And kissing violently
Under the moon light
Catching every single noise
For a threat that will end up
Our untold passion
That has bound us together
And entwined us in love
To live in pleasure
And you felt the danger
Of passers by and
Your open windows down the hills
Still clasping my hands tight
Which was a rejoicing moment
Luminous as a fire ball
And as cool as
The frozen western ghat's
Wind like breeze on my cheek
Caressing soft gentle love
And also hitting cold
The hard realities of future
And gone are those
Golden days of love
Which ignited in our hearts
A spark to fight
And win our love life
which indeed we have
Half accomplished
Waiting for a better outcome
Tomorrow or the days next
But remember
We have yet not been
To the cemetery as per the plan.

14-4-2011