Sunday, December 18, 2011

A dialogue

An ode to lost loves, both real and imaginary....


HE:
Let me be the moon again.
It is only under my moon light
That your beauty will shine

SHE:
Pretty words, that's all they are!
Why say things you do not mean?
I'll not worry though,
I've heard them all my life!

HE:
That I know,
All your life you’ve waited,
That also I know,
Do not you realize?

SHE:
I only realize
That shallow is your soul,
You look at me and smile at another

HE:
My eyes are only for you
The rest of the world can take whatever they want

SHE: Including your heart?
Haven’t you given it away enough?
What is left for me?

HE:
I have been unhappy enough!
You can have all the broken pieces,
And mend them again
Until you have it whole

SHE:
A second-hand heart?
I deserve more.

HE:
Love can never be second-hand

SHE:
I do not want love.
Neither do I want to love.

HE:
Yet, you love me.

SHE:
I can only laugh,
You don’t love me,
But expect me to love you?

HE:
Maybe in time wounds will heal

SHE:
I suppose I can wait,
I have waited so much
What harm would a little more do?

HE:
Come to me, then!

SHE:
Come, I will only when I am ready
Hurt I have been, again and again
Still, ready I am now, though

HE:
Now, my smiles are also for you and you alone.

SHE:
I can only hope.

HE:
You doubt me.

SHE:
Hah, I know my doubts are true.
Your sadness is just an illusion
I do not know
why I cling to you

HE:
Once, I loved you.
Twice, I have failed you
Thrice, I beg of you
Do whatever you want with me
Just, don't bring me to my knees
they are soft, not used to hard stones.

SHE:
Hurt you, I cannot
You are after all my moon
How will I shine,
If there’s a hole in you?

HE:
Is that all you care about?
You shining?

SHE:
Smile, I can
That’s how I answer you.

HE:
I must know,
What do you love about me?

SHE:
I love the fact
that you are always so warm.

HE:
Sigh, I must
Is that all?
Now, I must walk away.
A final goodbye, I must say

SHE:
I shall only smile again,
Had I not known?
Should I have told him?
What warmth meant to me
Perhaps he would have stayed then.
It rains a lot more now
although you can't see the raindrops
but it's still raining all the same
too bad, that now,
Neither do I have his umbrella,
Nor his fire.

1 comment:

Surendiren said...

Excellent.....Different from your earlier works....