By Dharmesh Bhuptani
It was morning as usual .
Bright light percolating
Through the unkempt trees
Of my orchard.
Reflecting the unkempt self
That i had become.
The rays bouncing here and there
And the once beautiful orchard
Sighing in past glory.
Yet there was peace !
But uneasy peace !
A longing that remains
Of la ove unlived.
A rustle unfamiliar
Made me turn and lo behold !
An angel descended slowly
Her somewhat tattered flying carpet.
A smile was all i needed .
From the damaged carpet she gave.
As she alighted , grace in person
The perfume spread far and wide .
With a confidence only a friend
Can demand of !
' I wish to stay a bit,
My carpet seems tired .'
I smiled at the euphemism as I saw
Her tired eyes and smile.
' You are welcome ,' I say
In this wretched heart of an orchard.
Long gone is it's glory
Yet the warmth you may feel.
Enjoy your stay
What more can I say. '
The Hut of my soul was barren
But offered I to her.
' Stay as you please friend
I can live under the tree. '
Magician she must be,
For morning rays brought
New fragrance
Lost forever in my memory.
I peeped into that soul of a hut
And dreamland it was turned into.
There she was
Most elegant and charming !
But from the corner of my eye
I saw the carpet healing .
But where do I have time
To notice it's preparation.
She talked and talked
Her journey through time.
I saw her bruises ,
For the love she spread
And I saw her strength
In the fight she gave.
A peace reigned in her eyes still
And caught me unawares.
My soul was entwined ,
It lay bare and open
She can see it, and soothe it
At her whim and fancy.
I listened and listened
Her voice became mine.
Her dreams were lofty
And yet so real.
She held my hand ,
And strolled the orchard.
Ah a magician she was !
My orchard bloomed again.
I went on my knees ,
And begged her friendship.
' Oh , I love you dear friend, she said
And never will i leave.'
My corner of the eye noticed
The carpet healing itself
But worship was what I did
And believed her promise.
Blissfully i slept that day
Under the lovely tree.
Dreams of a soul mate
Woke me up late.
I knocked at the door ,
For never had I thought
Who will take a turn
To call whom first .
A whiff of fragrance met me
Without any sign of her.
Oh , must have gone for a stroll
After all the orchard is beautiful again
There I sat at the doorstep ,
Of the Hut that was my soul
And dawn turned to dusk ,
And dusk to dawn .
The Hut started crumbling ,
And the orchard looked unkempt again !
What to say of me?
I lifted myself up and trudged alone ,
Dragging my dead heart .
Tears mist my road ahead.
Once i see her through the mist
She smiled and then disappeared .
When will I come to terms ,
To her absence in life ?
Did she come to terms
To my absence in her life?
Or was it just her frivolousness !
After all she was but an angel ,
What does she know
How a human heart is wrecked ?
If only she had loved me
Made me a friend for life !
But she chose to leave me
With memories till death
If only had she remembered to say
' Bye Forever! '
By Dharmesh Bhuptani