The Pomegranate Tree
He soundly slept beneath the pomegranate tree.
The breeze blew showering petals upon his face.
He gently awoke and gazed above.
There dangled the fruit,
The fruit which resembled his beloved.
His beloved with the orb like face, crimson lips, and rounded cheeks.
His beloved with limbs as willowy as the branches of the very tree,
Complexion like the bark.
It was beneath the sapling
Where the first whispers of love were revealed.
Where shy smiles
And ardent glances exchanged.
Where hearts became bongos,
And thudded out of tune.
It was where the secrets were sown,
Where the romance bloomed and,
Produced the fruit called love.
It was where passion withered and died.
He stood now before the matured tree,
Where the gust twirled a pomegranate,
Which slapped to the ground in two.
The seeds dispersed upon the earth tingeing it like blood.
There came subtle footsteps and chiming of bangles.
Side by side stood the two,
No longer faltering in speech,
No longer peering from the corner of eyes,
No longer sighing deep breaths.
Now face to face undisturbed and placid,
He stains the parting of her hair with red nectar.
This is where their love is resurrected.
He soundly slept beneath the pomegranate tree.
The breeze blew showering petals upon his face.
He gently awoke and gazed above.
There dangled the fruit,
The fruit which resembled his beloved.
His beloved with the orb like face, crimson lips, and rounded cheeks.
His beloved with limbs as willowy as the branches of the very tree,
Complexion like the bark.
It was beneath the sapling
Where the first whispers of love were revealed.
Where shy smiles
And ardent glances exchanged.
Where hearts became bongos,
And thudded out of tune.
It was where the secrets were sown,
Where the romance bloomed and,
Produced the fruit called love.
It was where passion withered and died.
He stood now before the matured tree,
Where the gust twirled a pomegranate,
Which slapped to the ground in two.
The seeds dispersed upon the earth tingeing it like blood.
There came subtle footsteps and chiming of bangles.
Side by side stood the two,
No longer faltering in speech,
No longer peering from the corner of eyes,
No longer sighing deep breaths.
Now face to face undisturbed and placid,
He stains the parting of her hair with red nectar.
This is where their love is resurrected.
~Naz