I am out of my dreams
only to realise what I dreamt new 'bout her.
I part with my bed amidst her myriad images floating before my eyes.
I look at the lizard on the wall.
He doesn't have to starve for his beloved.
He's lucky and so will I someday.
I take the morning tea.
Its first sip is a little bad than her worst,
when prepared best.
And they say it’s not love
May be its not love.
No shower, nothing,
I 'm keen to see her after so long,
to subject myself in her captive bondage after almost a night.
I look at the lizard, hoping for some ominous touch, wondering
when superstition crept into me.
Yesterday she was like morning sun,
making its way amidst morning fog and darkness.
To meet the people whom it promised last night.
Can I be among her people?
And they say it’s not love
May be its not love.
I see her with her friends.
Yesterday,
She had a dusky appearance on her face,
like the red glow of setting sun.
Today,
She is a little better than what I used to call her best.
She's in blue, and my hands touch the blue corners of my handkerchief.
Will I ever be out of her blues?
My desperation seems to go out of bounds.
I look at her glorified face.
It's like a million stars put together,
yet as soothing as the peaks of
She's pure as a droppeth of rain, purer than the quality of mercy.
And they say it’s not love
May be its not love.
Suddenly a new face comes in picture, a masculine one.
They talk for some time,
until her eyes gather my fallen pieces.
With a smile that can make me do almost anything, she approaches me.
The man is with her.
She opens up,"Abhi, I found my soul mate.”
and introduces the man in red and black,
who appears all grey to me.
I feel heavy,
we shake hands and part.
And now,
I'm sinking.
I ponder and wonder,
Who am I?
I get not any answers.
My conscience seems to have lost all the same.
I look up to Mother Nature.
The sun seems to hide itself behind my cloudy life.
Dejection, Desperation, Desolation all at their best.
I smile,
and feel the salt of my showers.
I'll wait for thee till the end of time.
With my unquenchable optimism and unquestionable faith
I’ll make the show go on.
And they say it’s not love
But I am sure its love.
