At The Cross Roads

When eyes ardent in anguish swell up with mist and fog of discomfiture and pique of love that was sabotaged vanquished erased and lost are brought alive into huge waves of a vast ocean of time 

Repressed solitude, pain untold passions rainbow dreams, moments helplessly shattered and buried in the realm of soul and written into the pages of yesterdays return back and spread across the lifelike hurricanes

Oh my beloved let you be free and feel the lightness of a feather in this twilight of life I wish you eternity and immortality like an evening cloud I would like to wear you on my forehead pink red-orange and saffron making me complete, yet boundless everlasting to recite our everlasting saga.

Like in my teens I wish to open my windowpane and let in the gush of air that intoxicates with the fragrance of the sea and some flowers that bloom celestial indeed, I could feel your fingers embracing my heart crossing all barriers. I would want to feel it all again amidst the coldness of reality that has shackles of truth.

At the crossroads, life opens a chapter of stoic way and Seneca speaks. And I wait for eves to be with Pablo Neroda and Nights with Rumi