“Alas that love, so gentle
in his [Romeo’s] view
should be so tyrannous and rough in proof.”- William Shakespeare
Back in time, when young was the moon
speechless we stood in a train station.
Holding hands, we’d wept for our failed- love.
Pale went your face as you fought tears,
concealing wounds in your heart.
Shrieking horns came then a blue train and
home it carried you… your marital home.
There under new skies you’d become
a wife, mom, and grandma.
Stupefied I still watched the train
running over my love heartlessly.
The moving devil now looked red not blue,
showing the color of my tears.
Leafing thro my Memory Book,
your pretty face I oft look.
Can I ever forget your elegant eyes?
that spoke volumes and volumes once.
Seeing your bubbling dimples when you laughed
rainbows bobbed up in my heart.
All sweet kisses your rosy lips gave me then
still remain moist in my mouth, tasting like nectar.
The perfume and fragrance you’d wafted when hugged
still remain spread in my body, making me ever balmy.
My love!
To keep your memory ever green in heart and soul
I had to fight with Time, a heartless Monster.
When waves of time brutally wrecked my life boat,
I struggled like a fish in a hook.
Void and emptiness grew thick in heart
as I wished to see the face I’d lost to Time.
Leaving me in a limbo you’ve gone
to the wind to make a wind,
to the moon to make her more shining,
and
to the grey sea to make it green.
Shocked, I felt like falling into a cauldron
when your demise I knew from a tabloid.
I smothered my sobs and fell into my knees.
But… but…
Amidst sorrows, I felt a drizzle
drenching my soul.
For, in the ‘obit’ column of the paper
I didn’t see an age-ravaged, time-eaten
face of an ol’ lady.’
The photo therein was the one
you gave me long back when
we were in the spring of love
breathing for each other and
praying for each other.
Now-
Straddling relief and sorrow, asked my broken heart:
“For whom should I cry now?
You or your failed- love or your dead lover?
should be so tyrannous and rough in proof.”- William Shakespeare
Back in time, when young was the moon
speechless we stood in a train station.
Holding hands, we’d wept for our failed- love.
Pale went your face as you fought tears,
concealing wounds in your heart.
Shrieking horns came then a blue train and
home it carried you… your marital home.
There under new skies you’d become
a wife, mom, and grandma.
Stupefied I still watched the train
running over my love heartlessly.
The moving devil now looked red not blue,
showing the color of my tears.
Leafing thro my Memory Book,
your pretty face I oft look.
Can I ever forget your elegant eyes?
that spoke volumes and volumes once.
Seeing your bubbling dimples when you laughed
rainbows bobbed up in my heart.
All sweet kisses your rosy lips gave me then
still remain moist in my mouth, tasting like nectar.
The perfume and fragrance you’d wafted when hugged
still remain spread in my body, making me ever balmy.
My love!
To keep your memory ever green in heart and soul
I had to fight with Time, a heartless Monster.
When waves of time brutally wrecked my life boat,
I struggled like a fish in a hook.
Void and emptiness grew thick in heart
as I wished to see the face I’d lost to Time.
Leaving me in a limbo you’ve gone
to the wind to make a wind,
to the moon to make her more shining,
and
to the grey sea to make it green.
Shocked, I felt like falling into a cauldron
when your demise I knew from a tabloid.
I smothered my sobs and fell into my knees.
But… but…
Amidst sorrows, I felt a drizzle
drenching my soul.
For, in the ‘obit’ column of the paper
I didn’t see an age-ravaged, time-eaten
face of an ol’ lady.’
The photo therein was the one
you gave me long back when
we were in the spring of love
breathing for each other and
praying for each other.
Now-
Straddling relief and sorrow, asked my broken heart:
“For whom should I cry now?
You or your failed- love or your dead lover?
