Monday, November 24, 2008

My Elusive Gossamer

I stand in the wedding hall
In utter dismay and disbelief
That this is happening....
But then may be I always knew.
How I hated this day.....
But the day had come....

I wait with bated breath,
as she and marriage party come along
She has never looked more beautiful
Her cheeks flushed a rose red....
She did look what I called her
Gossamer-angelic and graceful.
I did not want nor did I look at the groom
The one who is going to take away the bin of my dreams.
The priest asks the public consent
My entire being shouts No but my lips remain sealed...
She has said yes to him and No to me....
They exchange vows and rings...
I look away in agony....
The wedding party leaves...
My elusive gossamer is now lost forever....
I stand like a zombie numb and cold...
I then kneel down in the church hall
And cry inconsolably and shout -
"Almighty God enough enough"

With a shudder I open my eyes...
I sit up in cold sweat....
The scene has repeated for the nth time...
Each time driving a needle thorough my heart.
The D-day is yet to come....