Tarnished Serendipity
Dedication: Dev
Inspiration: An event a long time ago. The MSN nick conversation. Our' favouritism of lexicology, meaning our favourite words put together.
For those of you who don't know what the hell I am talking about, let me explain what the title means. It is an event when something precious and valuable is found unsought, a serendipity, but the finder fails to realize its value/worth, and thus the beauty, the lustre of that event is dulled or destroyed, hence, tarnished. A very silly example: You stumble upon an invaluable stone accidently, you keep it but because you don't know of its worth, you throw it away soon and along with that you throw away hundreds of years of ancient history and also millions of dollars
And if it still does not make any sense, then go ahead, think it is a rock band *sighs* =P
That narrow dreary street down the lane,
A pale oak door, roughened by sun and rain,
That forlorn figure, leaning against gloominess,
Marking her own solitary domain.

Unrelenting, her pining eyes walk down the road,
Her sight guiding her on paths he had showed.
She searched the lands for an acquainted softness,
But met with guilt, unsought, unwelcomingly bestowed.

Blinded by the miles of frozen time, she blinked,
Opened her eyes to the dancing past, still distinct,
Vividly glowing memories and silent chersihed moments,
They smiled back at her, they grinned, they winked.

He had splashed her with colours of love.
The paint still dripped from the roof above,
Her painter was gone, life had been grayed
Battling her heart for sweetness she was devoid of

Soul, mind and body had all betrayed.
Why did she mess with forever? Was it worth the price she paid?
Invading daylight mocked on the bitter truth
And sleepless nights tortured her as she stood there, afraid.

Hours on end, strayed thoughts corroded her inside,
Sightless cruelty made him the man on the side
Some blackened delusion made her repeat those harsh hours
Even sterling silver went unrecognized under her besotted pride

That forlorn figure, once stood pretty.
Under lights, she stood by his side, in the shadow of a cold city.
One day angry winds descended, and then a story of dark separation
And today... she still stands there, alone, with her tarnished serendipity.

Purti Awal , 2005