To the One I Lost
L’amour est la poésie des sens -Honoré de Balzac
Translation: Love is the poetry of the senses.
At dawn, I look through the window
at the cerulean sky…enjoy a few moments of perfect
Tranquility.
Today sky melancholic, mirroring my
heart, my mind, my memories -
my present, my past - all I can see
in the azure clouds softly floating by!
I lost you many years ago!
Why, and how!
A girl in early teens…windswept leaves murmur tales of longing,
my heart used to tremble, waiting for you,
beat like the tender whisper of a meandering stream
splashing at the pebbles!
You were my soulmate…
We were very young…somehow we recognized
an unspoken bond, we were for each other.
You told me much later …you loved to watch me,
in your words,
“a dainty lass in a golden yellow poncho,
fluttering around in our garden like a butterfly”!
You didn't forget the colour, did you?
I collected flowers for my mother to decorate her vase,
So strange, you got up at dawn to be with me…
Nowadays those emotions feel like unreal fairy tales,
Do modern teenagers care about flowers and books…
Technology has replaced the breathtaking romance we experienced!
But the question is - how did I lose you?
Growing up - my family moved to the city -
University was the goal for children!
You were brilliant…you got a scholarship
to go to the most prestigious university..
And your parents were ecstatic to send you…
Communication was not that great in our time,
Handwritten letters took days to reach by snail-speed mail,
University was rigorous, medicine was even tougher….
you dedicated your life to serving the needy,
I lost you … as if in the maze of a spider-web,
in the process of building our future!
My Love, would you believe, till today
I wake up at vermillion dawn, and
those memories come flooding back
like rolling emerald waves at the beach!
resonate like melodies serenading from a temple-bell...
Our love was true and pure,
our love was the best thing ever could happen,
to my life,
and probably to your life!
But…..
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