Seasons Of Love

CHAPTER - I

'THE FALL'

Only if it was so easy to tell you

how much I need you!

Things would have been easier.

The more I am trying to save our relation

the faster I am losing it,

you not even trying

maybe that is the reason

I can’t hold fast to it anymore.

We weren’t so eager to let it go like that

and today while standing on this beach alone

where you proposed me

I wait for the same moon to rise

with the tides and mesmerize me again

the way it did years back.

A crescent I see sparkling in the sky.

its effulgence burns my eyes,

the filthy sky with a frown.

But the moon is a moon even if it is not full.

And now that you are not here

I can run naked along the shore drenched in the water

with Cynthia and hide my tears

and wait for the sun to harbinger the good time.

But will I open my eyes?

From the sharp edges of the horizon, the mist is rising,

a perfect cover from the world.

Yes! They have spotted the scars.

Now I won’t hide it anymore.

This fog just like the smoke from the crematorium

seems to grow incessantly.

The sails have dropped.

No hope of life can be seen.

The very ugly face of death.

The slimy touch of moss creeps up to my spine

stabbing my heart with the sudden realization

that you are not mine

I was nothing beyond you,

and I was everything about you.

With a shiver and blow, I realize,

just beholding the fog taking over my existence.

I am afraid of the sun will ever rise again,

And even if it does will I be able to open my eyes?

Chapter 2

'THE FROST'

The red coloured dust on my head

Itches with a burning sensation,

The chain in my neck aches,

The band in my handshakes,

How about your soul?

Doesn’t that shatter

With distasteful menace

Doesn’t it feel poisoned

Or has infidelity been in your blood?

I lay my head in the cold water,

It rushes in like you do when you come home,

You don’t smell like your wife,

I can see that BITCH in your eyes,

Well, you deserve her?

You curse you destroy the mirrors mounted on walls,

The storm engulfs it all,

I won’t regret it,

I am not sorry,

Now when I see my reflection in the water,

As stagnant as my life

That comes to a standstill

I look at my breast

Dun and seductive,

My hips and the vagina,

The vagina that cried when I lost our child,

You held me like my mother,

Or I would have drowned in depression,

Thank you for not letting a tear drop down,

I look at my magnificence,

I haven’t lost my charm,

But you have gone missing,

And you never catch the kite that has lost the flight,

I go home,

Far away from where we live,

In a diabolical solitude,

Dust and ashes,

Smelling like a morgue,

Mirrors with faint smiles,

Its air bereft of affection,

The moist walls,

Iron dripping blood,

A rickety frame of my mom and dad,

The dads who betray their beautiful wives,

For ugly sluts,

Passing down the legacy of cheating,

Why must our child suffer,

Better it died,

Unlike me who couldn’t!

Standing near the telephone

I look at the colossal wreck

My home has become ‘nothing distinctive

From the one, I have left,

Is there any hope left?

I ignite an oil lamp at the doorstep,

Dim light and smog,

Hanging around the door is a letterbox,

A million love letters for this gorgeous woman,

The woman left for stray dogs,

By her beloved husband,

Is there any hope left?

Chapter 3

'THE FLOWERING'

The sun has come up,

Like your phone call,

You are crying,

I am listening,

No tears left to shed,

You are terribly worried,

You share our pregnancy,

You come home,

You lay your soft head on my coarse lap,

I fear may it not hurt you!

As a matter of fact if you still love me as I do to you,

The matter of fact is that you are trying,

Your eyes red, scars on your hand,

I heal it with tears,

You have filled me again,

You are a sorcerer,

You have revived me yet again

You kiss my forehead,

Holding me as my mom did,

When she needed my love,

A million dreams we have hung in our bucket list, everything for us,

We never thought of this world for YOU and ME,

How rough has your beard become,

You loved to keep it trim as I liked,

The terror of losing me

Has broken you,

Now you know how I felt?!

Women like us,

Always look for remedies in kitchen,

Be it an ache for gut or heart,

Here I am looking for the syrup,

My grandmother must have crafted,

We devour it together,

Another million promises in knitting in you, you drip in me,

You beg me to come back,

I beg you to come back,

Now that we have chosen the difficult path to heal,

We must remember this,

I wash you over and over,

Until you are clean,

You take away my pain,

I make love to you all night,

You hold me like the new-born that clings to me from within,

The thread that helps us in healing,

Now that the reconciliation is possible,

Let us clean the broken roses of glass,

Let’s make a home,

Let us look at the moon,

And never let it fade,

It is said where there is a will,

There is a way!

My grandmother said,

God chooses your other half,

He is the magician,

He puts both the halves together with the way he splits them when they are born separately,

He knows it better,

He knows it all,

So here we leave with god,

The relation that has resuscitated,

How much I have missed you, my love!

Now I can tell you how much I love you!

There is hope all the way blooming in bright flowers,

We have fought this, my love.