God's Apology - A collection of poetry's.
God's Apology explores the emotions humanity has lost. Once, the world was innocent and filled with genuine love and compassion. As children, we saw life clearly and without the material distractions of toda...
Hey, Do you remember that day? Inside the Little beautiful coffee shop, You were waiting for someone, Who didn't come that day!
The flowers on your hand, Red roses and tulips. The pendant on your neck, Glittery and shiny.
The tears on your eyes were visible from a distance. Before I could ask, You already left that place!
From that day you were on my head, You became the 'fairy' in my fairy tale. I look for you everywhere, But you disappeared somewhere.
In your memories all I have is - The pendant on your neck Yes! you dropped that day,
If it's meant to be us , We will meet someday! In hope of you , all I can do is write another story for you.
Before the ink runs dry, Hope to meet you soon! All my eyes look only for you!
Don't know if this is love. But there's something, Beyond words, maybe a few lines couldn't describe!
I would like to visit, That Little beautiful coffee shop, With flowers on my hand, Red roses and tulips.
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The Neck pendant
Short story -
A rather cloudy afternoon within the small coffee shop, with the soft drumming of the rain against the window panes, it seemed to be the nicest place to wait-all warm and inviting. She had come early, clutching a bouquet of red roses and tulips, her heart full of hope. This was special; today was what she was waiting for. There, her lover was to meet her and she envisioned an absolutely beautiful afternoon with laughter and love.
Hours passed, and those minutes seemed to wane with the time that dragged on. The café grew cozier with the passage of each minute; its ambiance grew heavier. She looked at the clock, then out the window, and finally at the entrance; every glance was filled with hope that was met with disappointment. Her joy turned to silent sorrow, and quickly the tears ran down her face. These flowers, that had seemed symbols of a new life, which she had just taken up with joy in her hand, now only looked like encumbrances in her trembling fingers.
What she didn't know was that there was a man at a corner table whose eyes were riveted on her the moment she walked in.
She had been graceful at first, the way she held the flowers and how her eyes lit with every passing second of anticipation. As her hopefulness turned to heartbreak and time wore on, his heart ached as well. There was something moving in the deep sadness that he felt for her, something that called out to him, almost like an incredible sense of pity and unexpected attraction towards her.
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He could only watch from afar, captivated by her beauty and the emotion she had put on display. As if by sorrow, there was a pure elegance of vulnerability painted that made his heartstrings resonate. The man himself, standing not too far away, could not resist but was enchanted by her, wanting with all his heart to console her, to share her pain. However, he hesitated, not knowing how to approach her.
She stood up before he could put words to it, slow and weary. The man stayed where he was sitting and followed her figure walking over to the door; the soft light of the café framed her silhouette. In walking outside, she dropped the pendant from her neck and it clinked softly on the floor. He noticed the dainty silver piece at once, the sparkle catching his eye.
Something drew him to the pendant, as though it were a sign, and it made his heart pound. It was a real thing of the woman who had brought out such deep feelings in him. He picked up that intricate, beautiful design of a pendant, wondering at the stories it might hold. He was newly determined to find her. He couldn't let this moment slip by; something in him was compelling himself to seek her out.
The streets outside bustled, and he searched without pause, asking people around him and checking in other places. It was as though he hoped in each place that it might be where she was. Now the pendant symbolized his journey, a link to the woman who had so completely entranced him.
Days ran into weeks, but his spirit didn't break in the hunt. He visited the coffee shop, hoping for a glimpse of her-the flowers he'd taken still resided in his heart. The pendant remained a beacon of hope, a reminder of the emotional connection he felt.
Left alone, he took comfort in verses-capturing the beauty of their brief encounter and his longing. Every poem was a tribute to her, a love that went beyond those few moments of meeting each other. He never saw her again, but the coffee shop and the pendant became markers in his life of a very touching chapter. The story of the girl with the flowers, the tears, the pendant: it became carved into his memory as a tale of love found in the most unsought circumstances. For that, he continued going to that small coffee house with flowers in hand, hoping that somehow, by fate, they could meet again. The heart clung to the hope that someday, sometimes, their paths might cross, and he might have had a chance to say what was unsaid.
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