I thought they meant something,
I thought they were the world.
They were the smiles, they were the hope.
They were the factors to drive the soul.
But one summer noon,
It all went in vain.
She made the decision and wiped all to go plain.
The love and affection succumbed to
The practicalities of life.
Crushing the dreams, making hopes go blind.
I knew I was incapable to bring her that dress,
Bring that tiara and keep her like a princess.
But what I knew, made her my world,
Made me live with those twinkling eyes,
making her my sun, moon, stars and that infinite sky.
My love and romance made her smile.
Made me blessed, with promises of divine.
But I know now that it’s all just poetic and nothing more.
All was kept for talking only to make it sore.
Life is hard and is dealt with logic.
Logic — was what she taught me while leaving.
Forcing me to be logical and keep the emotions only for weeping.
“I am not happy with you.”
“You want this as you love me, but I don’t”
Was what she said and left.
Naming me selfish, and leaving for ‘a better one.’
I am blocked now from her life,
Tapped only once she feels right.
What once made me feel precious and drove the soul,
Now just turned her face and asked me to walk alone.
But then I rely on time as the healer which it is.
Smiling and crying for the one, in the corners for relief.
Now What I get is the bits and traces of her,
Triggering the memory, with a distorted imagery of ‘US’.
I have tried re-arranging the pieces often,
Glue them with tears and change myself from the bottom.
But then insult was what waited for me,
Making me hapless with a thrashed self-esteem.
The tears are not valued the same anymore,
As now I have been replaced with someone more secure.
But no matter what is plugged when,
It always brings a dying promise with itself.
Asking how does it matters now,
As now it’s just an experience to miss and then walk alone.
Et tu Brute….. Et tu Brute!!