Our Love Story

We never had a past

No yesterdays to hold on to

No loving memories to cling on to

Nothing to show……

For a love that began so long ago………

We will never have a future

No tomorrows to look forward to

No dreams to come true

Nothing to hope……

For a love that will never die ……..

All I have are some moments

Stolen from the present …….

Precious and treasured, for their rarity

…... A few moments of hearing your voice

……A few moments of seeing your face

Creating memories……

For a love that asks for nothing more…….

Yet the thought that you love me

Gives me the strength to move on

Without dreams, without hopes,

Without any expectations…..

For a love that will last all my life……

LIKE CINDERELLA

Riding high on happiness

On the wings of love

Fired by passion and

Fuelled by desire….

Forgetting my priorities

Blind to all realities

Living in a daze…. And

Shutting the world out….

Feeling like Cinderella

With her charming prince

Enjoying her moments of glory

And dancing the night away….

Feeling so alive

Feeling so free

Floating in a dream

Knowing it wouldn’t last….

Out of control

And carried away

On a mad, euphoric ride

Leading nowhere…..

Without any ego

Or any pride…

Oblivious to everything

But my love for you….

Until the clock struck

Rudely waking me up…

Priorities crashed in…

Realities returned….

The ride had ended..

The dream had faded…

The world was with me..

Once again….

Cinderella’s hour had come

To go back….

With a handful of memories

To her humdrum life….

Without her glass slipper

Without her fairy godmother

Without any hope of ever

Meeting her prince again….

A few moments of pleasure

For a lifetime of pain

Yet there is no regret

No sense of loss…

Our time together

Was ours alone…

The wild, magical ride

Was ours alone….

My tryst with romance

Was over….

But the ride was worth the fall

The pleasure was worth the pain

If I had the chance

I would do it again…

‘coz loving you is enough

Though I know it is in vain…..

AN APPENDIX?

Something that is 'there'

Without any use

Without any purpose

Without any function...

Just 'there'....

An appendage

A protrusion

A dead end..

That is simply 'there'.

Try to play up?

Try to get noticed?

Demand attention?

What happens?

...A swift cut

A neat incision

And...it's removed...

Leaving no trace

Of its presence...

Taking no notice

Of its absence...

It does not matter

If it is there or not

No difference....

All the same

Before and after...

Is this what I am?

For that is how I feel.