Just For A Maiden- Hope Is A Waking Dream

The chandelier was newly lit,

Awestruck were the eyes of every bit

The fountains, shimmering with pride,

Narrating the happiness of bride

Here came the Bride's Maid,shivering, latent

Seeing the scenario, like hers, but extravagant

Through those realms and passing shots,

All endeavored, then walking floats

Of all the nights and each passing day,

Embarked and shrieking 'they' lay

Moving, running and hiding,
In reality, In slumber, always fighting

With her own thoughts,

And chasing each of them in lots

Here they lay broken, puzzled,

Burning, cringing in their own battlefield

Quick glimpses, White and Red,

Reflecting even in those tears shed

The shower, The carpet, The welcome

Seemed buried up to fathoms

Up the hill, the secluded place,

Where except them, there would be no life's trace

Cut off from the world, their world

Cozily in a chamber, happily cuddled

High security just for a maiden,

Deep love and trust was that foundation

The King sized bed and the cushion lot,

And the way they would have fought

The personal time, the sacred night,

The place where they would have bathed in twilight

Today, Again to those candle lit beams,

She had much to convey

That her life would surely sail,

When slowly she came near the aisle

Rambling through that banister,

Peeping secretly towards the canister

Since it would tie them some day,

One day it would be her day

Then, Two of them would slowly elope,

For, the Solitaire(Him) was her only Hope!

     

And if your Dream Man is making you halt for too long, keep your Hope alive for that one day, YOUR DAY !