I woke up that day, with a smile on my face,
Thinking of her, and her impeccable grace,
The way she swooned, when I slipped that ring,
On her finger, making her coil like a spring,
Around me, digging her nails into my neck,
And bestowing me with the sweetest ever peck…
I was grinning as I brushed my teeth,
Imagining her face behind a red sheathe,
Smiling to myself as I made the shopping list,
Visualizing our (would be) baby’s cute clenched fist,
Jumping as I bought the many presents for her,
Beaming as I prayed for my craziness not to stir…
The day was passing eventfully,
I was waiting for our evening meet,
When we would be dancing joyfully,
Feeling the rhythm with our feet…
Interrupting those dreams, buzzed my phone,
It flashed her name, but I heard an unfamiliar tone,
“The girl had an accident. She is dead,”
A wave of shock crossed my drowsy head,
I stared out of the window as the truth dawned on me,
The skies zoomed a hundred times, right in front of me,
I sank to the ground as a tear rolled down my cheek,
Where would I find her? Where would I seek
My life, my happiness, my reason, my world,
that was all now soaked in her innocent blood…?
I lost my angel, I lost my princess,
I had to deal with hours of distress,
Then, I don’t know how, but I fell asleep,
And saw her face, I saw her weep,
She came closer and spoke into my ear,
She called me “love”, she called me “dear”,
She said, “I know you bear this grief within your soul,
But remember, if you cry, I would, as well, smudge my kohl…”
With this, I got up from my dream,
I got off the ground, and gave a scream,
I tried not to cry, I tried to refrain,
I faked laughter, to forget the pain…
It’s been two months now, since she left,
All I can do is blame God for this theft.
My friends tell me to forget her memory,
And they make me laugh at some stupid sorcery,
But I still smudge her kohl at times,
If I taste alcohol or wines,
I am sorry, mates, I need some more time,
To get over her memories,
Some more time,
May be as long as a lifetime…!?!
