I walk the path once again
that divided into two
the saplings had now grown
into fine handsome trees
their leaves all green bewitching
their flowers peeping from within.
The turns beckoned me ,each in turn
I did not know which way to go
years ago I had walked straight ahead
distanced away from you.
The turn to the left would lead to you
I knew that was years ago
the right turn led to the sea you had said
the breeze still brought in its smell.
Left I turned ,out of curiosity
and walked at a quicker pace
my heart was beating heavily
my breath had gone quite fierce.
I walked a long long time I thought
the sun had sunk by then
ah! there by the red brick house
my wavering feet found rest.
The gate was rusty broken and stale
the grass was strangely fresh
All around just the dark
my mind heavy sighing with dread.
Slowly slowly with shivering hands
I lifted the latch ,the gate creaked noisily
and gave way, my eyes darting everywhere
I kept walking uphill.
Alone on the patio stood I still
A window lay open and wide
I pushed open the door,
and fell right down into the room.
The smell of dust and unkemptness
greeted me there and then
what was that fragrance that I felt
amidst the dust and gloom?
Hastening I walked into the rooms
one by one, through the the lower ones
on moth eaten carpets soft beneath my feet
and jumping at every slight noise.
There up the stairs I climbed
the wooden winding stairs
the sound off music laughter I heard
far away,where am I?
Out there on the balcony
I saw them moving in style
two figures with such grace,
to music from where I could not divine.
I drew close and closer
for a glance to see
their faces glowing bright
one was yours and the other
was mine, I could not believe my eyes.
Moving back, I hit the side stand
a framed picture rolled on to the floor
I bend down to gather it in my arms
when it came alive.
Once more, your clasp
strong and harsh
once more the urgent breath of yours
upon my trembling lips.
I did not look back I did not stumble
as I rushed out from where I had come
On my way out my long seamed dress
entangled upon something I could not see.
I bent down once again, careful this time
my beating heart cried out loud,
out of the unkempt green green grass
your grave in marble marked “1985”.
I slowed down my pace
my steps quietened down
my heart came to a peaceful halt
my eyes filled up with tears.
On the night in the dark clouds above
not a star I spied,
just that familiar fragrance of your breath
and the grass inviting, like a bed.
Uninvited, I unshod my shoes,
the cold marble turned strangely warm
as I laid by its side, upon the grass
away from the rush of life,
where no man would spy and peep
on lovers who had met again,
across the sands of time.