Having trudged through the lonely and aloof lanes,
bearing the pains of those wondrously tranquil rains,
I happened to meet her again at a square,
half-feared, half-tabooed, not many travel to dare.
I think of telling it to thee
that the one who loved you before me,
who had woven you in his life’s art,
perhaps, still holds you close to his heart.
Maybe even now, on a promise hopeless,
his hopes may be hanging on a fate graceless.
He may be in the islands of his dwams,
thinking of you in a lake of swans.
I accept that he, indifferent to the scale of loyalty,
might’ve lost himself in your elegance and beauty.
and maybe now he might return to your life,
thinking not to leave you alone in the emotional strife.
And you appeared to have understood
what might be affecting me and my livelihood.
Yet you decided to stay knowingly quiet,
One’s Adored and Other’s Forlorn Juliet!
Three souls, two bodies and Deafening silence
bleeding me slowly into my dreaded reminiscence.
But worse than me was your emotional state,
Standing at this square with your hanging fate.
Finally, I made up my mind
to ask you a question of your kind.
To end this humane uneasiness
and inhumane calmness.
“If one fine day he might return
after thinking about you in a tavern,
feeling repentant about every single deed
that might have made your heart bleed.
And me knowing you well,
you will allow him to again dwell
in your heart as well as your brain
sustaining the brunt of all your pain.
For I am more than tears and sorrow,
no longer bound to your tomorrow.
In the echoes of your empty vow,
I find the strength to disavow.
And I, whom you consider your heart’s saviour,
will again endure the agony another
of broken promises and a painful way,
with me simply standing here in a teary dismay.”
Neither answering my tumultuous doubts
nor telling me about your whereabouts,
you chose to leave this critical scene;
The square, the half-solitude and a future unseen
Hence, I begin walking again in solitude,
shuffling past the unforeseen interlude.
As I walk past the square, an evil requisite,
making my life and heart imperfectly exquisite.
And as I trudge past this enigmatic terrain,
a commix of thoughts and sorrows remain.
Yet inconsistencies now seem to have harmonized,
in the cadence of my heavy footsteps disguised.