Reverie..

Alone I sit,

With the candles lit,

Perched prettily,

On our favourite seat,

Waiting in the bountiful meadow,

For my prince charming to come..

Alone I roam,

Picturing the white tomb,

Built in the name of love..

Sighing and sulking,

Stomping and brooding

I count my pearls thrice in a row!

Still upset, I lie down,

The cool grass brushing my gown,

Slowly I wipe away the frown,

And enter my dreamy town!

I am the countess,

With thousands of suitors,

Vying and dying to be my belove.

But I, fidgeting with my glove,

Wait for my one and only true love..

My patience is rewarded,

As my knight is shining armour,

Comes swiftly yet steadily,

Sweeps me off my feet,

And declares his undying love..

Still in his arms,

And riding through the farms,

On his graceful horse,

Sprinting with unnerving force,

Yet not feeling the bump,

We gallop and jump,

And ride past the thousand suitors,

Who now seem like sugar lumps..

We reach 'our' meadow,

It seems, as if on earth,

There's a heaven's window..

We sit on the berth,

His hand in mine,

We solemnly sit sipping the sparkling wine.

As the twilight dawns,

The place is mysteriously lit,

With deers and fawns,

As if, they were made to fit..

As I am happily wondering,

His smile is mischievously dazzling,

I am suddenly blindfolded,

The vanishing act, is, magically enchanted!

As the satin is unfolded,

The meadow is bewitched,

There are tables and chairs,

And perhaps, laid down for us..

He leads me to one,

And says, "I love you, hon",

I blush, a beetroot red,

And a peck on my cheek,

Is enough for me,

To flush, from toe to head..

We wine and dine,

And everything's fine,

It all feels so perfect!

A gust of wind,

A shower of rain,

Brings me back to the present,

I shiver, I think,

I watch the glowing crescent,

Slowly peeping from the heaven's brink,

And, I wake up from my deep slumber.

I am not sad,

Neither am I mad,

Coz' my mesmerising reverie,

Has once again made my mind free,

With all the thoughts,

And the ruthless doubts..

Ah! The sweet day-dream,

You have given me a dash of hope,

Topped with whipped cream,

That someday, sometime,

The bewitching reverie,

Will take the form of reality!

Reverie:

/revvri/

• noun 1 a daydream. 2 Music an instrumental piece suggesting a dreamy or musing state.

— ORIGIN Old French, ‘rejoicing, revelry’, from rever ‘be delirious’.

I used it in the first sense.

Whoa, Vinod read my poem, and he thought that it had a bit of a bitter ending! So, he just modified the ending it a bit. He thought it was mean of the guy to not come in the end! :P

That's his part, it's just added to the poem:

"As I was getting up,

Did I see something there?

Was I just imagining,

Or could he be really there?

I looked again to see that, mystery could not prevail,

My dream had indeed turned into real!"