"Fire n Ice"

Hello... Today I am going to share with you an unfinished true story of...

Fire n Ice

Once upon a time there was a woman named Fire,
Charming and sensuous...for whom every man would aspire,
She walked like a seductress as she marked every stage,
Yet stung like a scorpion may you kindle her Plutonian rage.

She enjoyed her life every moment relishing a power,
As her magnetic beauty took her to the men's world tower.
She sat there and watched the city in moonlight and as the sun shone,
Yearning for a man who would make a heartbeat skip.. Oh! Up there she was so all alone.

There wasn't any challenge fun wasn’t fun,
For the men turned into boys when she played her lit'l stunt,
She longed for someone who she could think about twice,
Who would win her through her games and still be nice.
And then.... she was to meet her Mr. Ice!

He was warm and friendly and so was he affectionate,
Yet he was different and a little crazy in a perpetual state.
He looked like a kid in his excited talk and mind-less attire,
As he played with her handwriting and said, “Are you a white liar?"

A story hence began as they exchanged mails,
The wind slowly blew into the Fire n Ice friendship sails.
They shared their unique tales with each other,
As if they were stepping stones for the trust each built on another.

Ice was slippery as always,
One moment he would listen, the next he would tease, having fun wherever he stays.
If ever he liked a woman he would sing to himself, “I’m not in love, its just a phase!"
And to every woman who fell for this crazy man he was an underestimated maze.

And then they started venturing into their barbed zone,
Yes! Mails weren’t frequent for they were now talking over phone.
Ice would calm away Fire as she talked away her day,
And when she would hint to leave, he would wonder to himself,” why wouldn’t she stay?"

And then he laughed for there was no reason,
As every woman failed to keep his attention.. Alas! She would be there for a season!
Yet there was something that he wanted of her more,
"Oh I am a born vagabond, I wonder why I feel like this... I'm just not sure!"

He liked caring for her, this very sure he knew,
We have got this thing now… we'll see which way it would brew.
It was difficult to believe but there was another season they were through,
And Ice was restless now for he witnessed something that was never true.

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Copyright ©2008 Amit Sharma