THE STORIES UNTOLD

Easter came; not that I had longed for it though. Chaps were all into prayer, fasting, beating themselves and carrying mock crosses for miles and miles. Others were whipped and adorned with thorn crowns. They bled and groaned hoping that our dear good Lord would look away from their misdeeds and make them his eternal children in glory. For the rest of us- those who were not into the pain and repentance stuff,- easter meant one thing at least; 'winter is finally here'. And winter was not just about the damn cold, no! It was something bigger. Winter was a package. It brought with it the grand finale of Avengers:The Endgame as well as the Game of Thrones season 8. The cold weather was in itself a haven of felicity for the lovebirds who adored cuddling lazily in their cribs. Winter was winter. Winter was heaven. Iron man's ass was kicked real bad by the way. Actually, he died. His endgame came way too soon I suppose. Away with all that winter crap. Do you remember that

I still remember his face How his nose was long and slender How his eyes were small and shiny And with little shapes in them Like the beautiful pearls of the ocean. I have not forgotten his long chin With the small tuft of pricky beards Or even his cherubic countenance Which brought butterflies to the ladies stomachs. I haven't forgotten a single bit about him All about the clothes he loved The music he cherished most Or even how he loved his food; Thoroughly peppered and in its unlimited abundance. Its been almost a year since he left But still, he lingers around I see him everyday; We wake up together, sit side by side, Dine together and tell silent tales through dawn. He is the same person I knew With the same soft palms, And long slender legs One thing though; He never speaks. I see his lips move; quite often He deems to speak; But the sound never comes out His face has become a harbour of sorrows Unlike when he left Each time our faces