23/12/2033
This is not a poem
Or a prose
Or a letter;
This is a poor
Translation of
My soul still tied
To yours!
(In this conundrum
Of time
Where my future self
Looks back at my
Present-now-past self
And tells a story
That needs to be known
In all its ambiguity
And incoherence)
I saw you again today,
A rush of emotions
Crushed my being
And took me back
To all those years
Of a life that now
Seems alien.
.
I was walking down the road
When I saw a field
Of sunflowers
Where I saw you
Where I saw us.
.
I’ve always loved
sunflowers
But today
I realized why.
Because
Like a sunflower
I, too, rise and fall
For you, my sun,
Everyday,
Hopelessly hoping
For a possibility that
Doesn’t exist .
.
I who vainly loved
‘Not loving’
In a ruthless world
Of loveless love,
Now Drowned,
in this ocean
of feelings
A fool in love
Forever!
.
Sometimes, I do wonder,
Did you ever see me?
But that’s irrelevant
For sunflowers will
Keep on loving the sun
From afar
Even when the sun
Is hidden,
And sing this tale
Of a love
That’s complete
In its incompleteness.
Even after all this years.
Specially
After all these years.
