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Worlds Apart – II


In case you haven’t read it before, I’d recommend you to read the first part of this poem Worlds Apart – I and then continue here. Happy Reading and Writing! x


The aroma of brewing coffee sensuously filled her morning
She woke up with a smile though she had another yearning
Groggily walking out of the room her eyes fixed on a sight
Living glory although not the sun yet still shining so bright

Bed-head hair, ruffled beard, furrowed brows and a crooked grin
Handing her the perfect cup of coffee was no one other than him
The one she once looked down on and sneered with such despise
Now stood there as her beloved with reprised love in his eyes

For he could see her beauty even when she could not
For she could heal his pain even when he was distraught
For he could understand and know even the words unsaid
For she could climb up his walls to know what’s in his head

This began to unfold the day his gaze fell on a book
A birthday gift from a sibling he’d initially overlook
As he eagerly turned the pages, his interest would invest
Unaware of the writer, he was keen to know the rest

At the end of the book, awestruck, he gaped at the picture of a lady
He had once known was now a writer who inspired him, maybe
In the spur of the moment, many calls were being made
Immersed in the memory of someone he did not want to fade

After three days and four hours in vain, to a call he woke
“I have kept an eye on you,” in a low, soft voice she spoke
“How passionately you’d work away your days and your nights,
Through the blinding darkness, I could see your house’s lights”

On and on they went, for days and hours, for months and weeks
Unveiling their layered depths to find what one always seeks
They learned to live and love regardless differences stark
Even when their lives were parallel; orbiting worlds apart

© Rosh Von Amber 2014


Worlds Apart



Navy blue suit, dark grey tie and his neat hair the darkest black
Loose yellow dress, messy brown hair; she was on another track
A resume at the tip of his lips, supposedly an impressive smack
Something top notch and fancy, ’twas everything she would lack

“A poetess?” he repeated, with a hint of sly mockery
She nodded slightly defeated for he laughed silently
A bit offended she asked, “Was it something funny?”
He shook his head and they both looked away defiantly

For he was the embodiment of all her stereotypical notions
For she was defying all his clichés, norms and traditions

For he was what she believed someone meant only for this world
For she was what he believed someone with dreams that twirled

Being the master of all trades, he was the jack of none
Strong, stoic and shrewd, possessing an ambition only one
To win the race on a road where many had before gone
For this was his success where he’d conventionally shone

Being the odd one out, she was misunderstood and misfit
Secluded, skeptical and scholastic, often alone she would sit
Around others she always wondered, why they did not get it?
Purging her thoughts on paper, to only writing she’d commit

Thus silently agreeing ‘twas nothing, just one more disappointment
They departed while immersing in their own versions of amusement

So he went back to his office computer, with data entries he’d proceed
While by her window with a glass of wine, she’d let her typewriter bleed

© Rosh Von Amber 2014