A mysterious Tryst

Open eyed a story unfolded around
I saw a man with struggling ropes bound
On a chair with a bomb ticking
Around him were creatures dancing
Like snakes their bodies were slithering
It was dark and smoky
A shivering up the body
And then came a maiden clad in white
Her face unclear as the smoke filled his sight
She came and touched his shoulders letting him free
As the ropes came off she let out a gurgle carefree
Touching his face with her white cold hand
She let her eyelashes touch his wedding band
A single teardrop touched his cheek

And then she was gone into the mist
As the sun came to end this mysterious tryst.

1 comment:

Debojyoti_Long live Lucifer said...

Ahh the langour of dream....the fairy queen touching the broken prisoner, making his life a paradise in dream..............but all dreams ends.......and so is the rendezvous.......but the memories of sweet chosen moments linger.......hmm, very nicely put up.