The Lady Who Was Afraid to Love: Intertwined Life Posted by dead poet story , Wednesday, 16 July 2008 at 21:52, in Labels: love, poems

He never believes in fate

He hated the very notion that life is as predicted

But somehow it is fated that they met.


In every chilling night

Where some seems haunted

He’s moving fingers writing rubbish

Because his mind won’t shut

If only he could shout

But he turns them into words

That he never reads but laid it for others



He wonders why his days seem to be nice in these recent days

It turns to be weeks now…

What will be the reason?

As he is the one that believes everything that happen has a solid reason…

The reason for all his yucky words that some call poems

Is he worth to be call a poet?

He plays with risk most of his time,

Won some and lose some

But still he plays…



She walks her usual line

A life that she had secured for her future

but deep inside she holds herself?




Life won’t be meaningful if we were to hold the best of us inside

Don’t let us rot

So be free, because life is short to be wasted

Walk with Him but fly free

He walks this line.


Yes, they finally meet.

But he had met her earlier

Where you might ask?

Well, that rubbish weren’t rubbish at all

In dreams though vague, it was certainly her

In those words, thousands of praises in verses

Was meant for her though they never met before

She was written before he even saw her…



But life never let us the weak to run freely…

Nor even to love freely…



In her silence, she question,

“I wish to be brave but never once I’ve thought of this...

never thought that somebody might come and challenge the ground that I’ve stand on…

and the others what will happen to them?

Should I play along? Should I? No! This is not right!”



Each day she falls deeper into him

but each day she allows her fear consume her.,..

She lies on her bed, hoping that sleep will be her escape

she lied to herself...

What will you do if you are not afraid, my dear?

I ask of her…



He persist, as he believes to never walk away from your dreams

Seeking chances just to look into her eyes

Beautiful they…

But he too lies sometimes,

Because he too is afraid that she might be hurt…


So both play the lying game

He put his desire in frame

She tries to stay the same

When actually, both is dying

To be together…


Life intertwined,

Like a maze where in every turn

They will risk their feelings

Hold what you believe and be brave

Because the end is never too far

As the line is there, paved…

So walk it together,

Because you were meant for each other…

You are.



I could almost see a beautiful scenery

May it not just be a scenery?

Because it looks so complete

Though nothing is ever complete

Still, it looks so heavenly.