Waiting at the bell

[Disclaimer: This is an imaginary piece of work in its entirety and does not have any concurrence with any of your real-world instance; If any of you found this similar to any of your real-life instances, I assure you that it is purely a coincidence.]

Waiting at the bell, she conquered

her wheting desires of a sweet call;

seconds … thirds and fourths ran

clogging and never like a water fall;

she began to wait for hundreds of dozens

of time-units that steadied with a crawl;

not a call yet, not a tone yet.

She waited to conquer -

She waited to conquer -

Waiting at the bell, she conquered

the memories of her recent past;

her loved one soothing her in all happenings

that weren’t bitter and never last;

she roamed her living-room for she would hear

that 'tring' beckoning her fast;

she was happy 'then' and never now,

She waited to conquer -

She waited to conquer -

Waiting at the bell, she conquered

a message from her next born one;

took the instance to her credit and

moved a bit far to her loved one;

she probed him: ‘where is He? Is He there still –

as his call would be prompt in any case,

even if it has a fee’;

She waited to conquer -

She waited to conquer -

Waiting at the bell, she conquered

with her saying: the deed weighs a trivial pound,

but the heart and the mind for that endeavor

do weigh a trillion, two cents-per-cent;

he was awed for a while, caught in ignominy before

steadily buzzing that he had work;

she too wanted to say that she has one; but

She waited to conquer -

She waited to conquer -

Waiting at the bell, she conquered

a thought – uneasy and not so congenial;

she uttered to ‘end it all’ – does it endorse

a solution? she unfelt so, nevertheless, asserted otherwise;

he was shocked, and she was emotion-struck;

priceless liquid crystals rolling over his cheeks, and

hers was denser – all these sentiments were over the wire; but

She waited to conquer -

She waited to conquer -

Waiting at the bell, she conquered

the inquiry about a piece of paper, dated a week back;

neither a sniff, nor a whisper hung around

when the issue was at the rack;

she mumbled that this subject existed during their biking along the streets, but

all through, his discussions deficient in talking about it;

His panting consequential of rapid cycling forbade his speech? She guessed;

still she inquired of his hidden openness; and

She waited to conquer -

She waited to conquer -

Waiting at the bell, she conquered

a giggle from him for her query

being – ‘Is she worried in your absence?’ After moments

of over-working thought processes, the reply quoted ‘I don’t know ’;

she found the answer long back and kept saying ‘It’s there in thy mouth;

and I shall never want to hear them unless thou shall deliver’;

his words coagulated and his breathing pendulum sped;

priceless liquid crystals rolling over his cheeks, and

hers was denser – all these sentiments were over the wire; but

She waited to conquer -

She waited to conquer -

Waiting at the bell, she conquered

and stumbled upon the sniffles of his weep;

for a moment, she felt her world was dying on her earpiece;

even, his universe was muted amidst a few hundred decibels polluting around;

he unwrapped his biological warmth from within, opened his mouth: “I Love Thee”;

priceless liquid crystals rolling over his cheeks, and

hers was denser – all these sentiments were over the wire;

moments of silence, moments of tranquility, moments of smiles

contaminated by the left-over sobs filled their cosmos; seconds … thirds and fourths ran;

She conquered;

yet she was conquered.