Life is mysterious and to unravel the mystery for the sheer
pleasure of it is what gives it meaning. Taking things and people at face value
is not only shallow but also foolish, when you can get more why be content with
less, in other words why judge something/somebody without untangling their
mystery. Idk if this is related or not, but somehow or the other life is woven
in such wonderful coincidences that every other lose thread interlinks itself
to somebody or someone in such a way that it leaves us in amazement. Since this
morning I badly want to write a poem with the title “Last smile and adieu”,
unlike a person who told me that we write a poem first then think of the title,
I get the title first and then write the poem. Well, I guess people have
different ways. Yes so I want to write
but then the words have not come to me yet. The words do come automatically;
it’s almost a single thread of thoughts punctuated at places. This is dedicated
to two people- their make-the-heart-skip-a-beat smile and to the awareness that
neither of them is within my reach because some dreams are never meant to be
true.
I lie awake, silent night
Listening to the much noisy rain,
Pouring in, wiping out the memories of my pain.
But it sure left behind,Some bitter sweet pictures of the time,
Of that perfect day, now too good to be true,
When you smiled your last smile, I heard, adieu.
Standing at a distance but there are no boundaries of the
heart,
Time stopped, people went away Now what can keep us apart?
Soaking in your lingering eyes I managed to take my cue,
And I turned around and saw your last smile and thought,
adieu.
Wide eyed, wide awake still listening to the rain
Could he see this unspeakable pleasure is driving me insane?
And then I drifted back to sleep and dreamt of you,
Of your last teasing smile, meaning adieu.
Unsolved complexities, imagining possibilities, today I
recall your smile,
Reconstructing something which has been lost, after a long
while.
Trying to think of another meaning, asking if I’m as
indecisive as you
I sink back to your almost-a-laugh-smile and the mystery
behind adieu.
I wonder if you still wait, remember the smile which I
reciprocate,
Re-live the story of us, in another way
And think in the end, you should’ve had your say.
If that, then I must tell you this,
A smile is preferred to word amiss.
Our ruin to my heart when I did sew
,I watch the grey sky turn blue
And It’d forever remind me of our Last smile and adieu.
