Soliloquy

The truth appears harsher in the light
and once we have escaped from time,
we still hold on, frantically trying to unify
those pieces of our souls which were lost
in the process of redefining a life from
amongst the broken shards of despair.

We knew this day would come,
we knew it all along even though we
tried to act otherwise and tell
ourselves anecdotes that would have
taken away the verities of experience.
Love was unfair, but life was not.

But how are we supposed to bequeath
that which has become of us now?
How are we supposed to share this sadness
that has engulfed the horizons which
we both inhabit but try to run away
from? Don’t blink when you open your

eyes to the rude cruelties of what we
could have become if only we had paid
heed to what the wind, fire and the sun
were trying to tell us. Alas, we had been
nestled too deep for far too long inside
the chrysalis we thought would never break.

Sometimes I wonder if you think of me
when I think of you, and if you feel the passing
trace of things left unsaid and memories
left untouched. Or if you feel the wind kissing
your face with the desperate yearning
of the embrace we had once shared.

It might be the only time we both feel
this sadness that threatens to run amok
the green expanses of delight that you
have built for yourself. Does it ever occur
to you that you never once asked me
what I felt; never once turned back?

I had fought with the Gods to slow the
hands of the clock down whenever
you were around. It’s tragic that you could
not feel even a bit of the temptation
that had passed between our fingertips.
How could it not have moved you?

I wonder if the tempestuous intensity
with which I stare towards the direction
where your house lies in the unforgiving
morning light might break into your
sleep, let you know that I am thinking of you
and somehow tell me that you’re alright.

I really want to know if you see the stars
tonight like I do, as it might be my
only right left consecrated upon you.
We have shared chunks of happiness
and all its metonyms before, so it’s only fair
that tonight, we share this sadness.