Friday, October 1, 2010

Were there spaces between us?

Unspoken words and silly smiles

Strangers along life's path

A journey without beginning nor end.



Books lying open on the sand

Waves crashing and seagulls whistling

Happiness waving and sadness retreating

One step at a time, one beat at a time.



The evening stretches into eternity

Champagne drowned in a gulp

The pellets of rain glistening on your skin

Strangers all the more, never friends, just strangers.



Romance some distance away

Shadows of alluring hope

Drops of joy, strands of faith

Take my hand, lest I fall.



You're not a believer

Nor am I

I just live my days like a nomad

Driving past caravans of fate.



The rain has stopped

The sun has come out from her siesta

I look at the sky

And she grins back at me.



I had abandoned love ages ago

Buried her in the bosom of my broken heart

Started looking for hate

And then I stumbled across a stranger.



I was a poet, he was a painter, he was a musician

And he would sing until I fell asleep

The stars watching over us

The moon brazenly peeping amidst the stars.



No more darkness I see

I am not afraid of tomorrow's equivocal surprises

I've been bruised and I've tasted despair

But he's changed the course of destiny.



Where there were ransacked dreams

He replaced them all with renewed strength

I did not ask for even a ray of sunshine

He effortlessly handed me the sun.



And she did burn

As she did, she warmed my cold heart

The sun was my friend since the beginning of time

If only I'd ask for her protection when I'd needed it.



And now he sings melodiously

Even the winds cannot drown his music

His compositions are like rainbows stretching over miles

Riot of colours in a summer sky.



And then he paints a canvas

Plays with the pallet,

Sprinkles paint on my tear-streaked face

I laugh some more, I cry tears of happiness.



And like Keats, he rides with Bacchus' bards

Like Shakespeare, he sees life as a play

Like Pinter, he contemplates the irony of existence

And like Moliere, he plays with words.



While my Lord watches from above

He takes my hand and asks for a dance

Today I am happy

And I will be, for all the days to come.

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