getting pushed again to the slippery edge!

Knowing well I am not a palmist
You stretched your lovely palm with so much ease
Before me and asked me once
If those lines could give you any chance
To meet your love ever...

I looked at those lines
Crisscrossing like flowery vines
Noticed how roses bloomed and dried
How your flowery bower storms emptied...

'Another storm is on the offing...'
Mumbled I, with a heart coughing...
You looked at me with amazement
Not knowing though how a cyclone you thus sent-
 To an unequipped palmist all wrong
Who just got a hint of a love song
Emanating from eyes still dazed...
Pushing him again to the slippery edge!