If Ever

On the multi-dimensional cross-ways of life,

If ever…we meet again.

All brown and grey,

the green years far behind us.

What would we say to each other?

What would we talk about?

Perhaps

We’ll untie the untied knots of the years and confess our long-suppressed mingled mutual feelings.

Or Perhaps

We’ll just say a few formal words of recognition,

And walk away,

Tearlessly and heartlessly on our own separate ways,

Never to meet again!

Or perhaps

Even after having seen each other –

we will pretend otherwise.

For, by then,

We would be too worthless,

In the lives of

each other

To care.

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The Last Battle

I

often think of you

with a yearning intensity which amazes

even me!

 

Lying on my bed… exhausted

… unable to sleep

My throat choked with a sob of loneliness

I imagine you

In the other world

Waking up

In a white bed on a crisp sunny morning

Going about your business

Pausing

Pausing just for a moment

To think of me

And once again

Going about your business

My own thoughts hurt me

Me – thinking about you with a helpless craving all the time

And

you  giving me just a pause and passing on

 

But then

That is how things are!

You are you

And

I am me

And I’ve lost yet another battle to fate

 

I’ve lost battles before

But I’ve not been demolished so completely

My battle weary shoulders bear a testimony

That

This was my last battle

And

I lost it

 

Now I want to rest

To sleep

Not to be disturbed from a deep dreamless slumber

Ever, Ever, Ever.