My Fake Magic Tricks

My girlfriend held me dearly

It reminded me of our first time

But my senses told me that it would be the last time

"Why don't you perform a magic trick..

..like you always do when I am sad?" she asked.. 

I wished I could perform the magic trick she wanted 

But changing her parents' minds wasn't as easy a magic trick 

As making a toffee appear out of her handkerchief

As making a butterfly fly out of her geometry box..

I wished I could perform the magic trick she wanted 

But changing my caste wasn't as easy a magic trick 

As making a minion toy appear out of my t-shirt

As making a pair of earrings appear out of my wristband..

I wished I could perform the magic trick she wanted 

But making my family rich wasn't as easy a magic trick 

As making a rose appear out of an empty cup 

As making a poem appear on a chocolate wrapper..

My girlfriend held me dearly 

"If you can't pull off the magic I ask for..

..at least show me your special one" she said..

I smiled and kissed her

Sucking in all our fights and tears 

Passing on all our smiles and cheers

I then walked away from her

Carrying out my most practiced magic act -

The act of letting go of the people I love..

What else could I have done?

I was, after all, a fake mystic

Shouldn't one be a real mystic

To marry an Indian girl he loves 

With the acceptance of the Indian society?