A tale of love and death

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.

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About Dr.Mary Annie A.V.

Dr.Mary Annie A.V. hails from Trivandrum, India and writes under the pen name 'anna maria' . She hails from a family of writers . She holds a high official post in the University of Kerala,Trivandrum,India. She resides in India with her husband and three children. Her poems have been published in various e-magazines , print anthologies in India and abroad. She has two collections to her credit, titled "My Beads Unstrung" and 'More Beads Unstrung'. Her definition of a poem is : Virgin white paper raped. Rapt. Writing is her passion :)

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