Her Madness Poem by Alka ...

There’s a thin layer of reasoning;
Between her and her love, lies no seasoning:
No vows of woes;
No vermilion grids;
No black beads to beat;
But a love, so neat.
Still he is her husband:
There is no band;
Her love gazes at his cold eyes,
She freezes to an ice.
In million, she chose;
Who knew? It will be her lose.
He gives not that wife’s seat;
Paranoid, she is realist?
‘’Love in itself is wedding’’.
She mumbled in her soul.
She married him without marriage,
He divorced her without marriage.
Certainly a divorce, she couldn't sign;
While her reality does resign.
Her fictional feet match reality’s beat,
Stubbornly, accepts not her defeat;
His shadows play on her breath:
Thus becomes her vision’s length;
The eyebrows, full of frowns;
Which she knows,
Her healthy self-generated imagination;
Is people’s animation.
She marinates her pillow with tears;
What else, love wears.
The perfect swimming suit;
In love’s pursuit.
She absorbs him in her thoughts;
Dreams are too short, for such knots.
Seen as walking fiction,
They don’t have her diction.
‘’I’m breathing parallel to thy breath,
Someday I’ll catch thy depth’’.
Closer, he comes;
With the same degree, her reason shrinks;
A stalker! ! Came a yell,
More, she resumes in her shell.
She is far away from his eyes;
Her Sun’s shine, which not he sees.
He has no dialogues,
She has sobs.
Hopelessly, she renounces her reason;
To leave love, she can’t find a season.
And her love has consumed her reason;
Totally, a fiction then?
Many might nod,
Or Godly love goes beyond.