To be
Or not to be?
Was never the question
For me.
Nor it can ever be,
My dear Zzy.
(that was what I would call you,
You see!)
For, I never had this choice,
Not any option,
Nor another opinion…
Zzy,
Was it a dream
Or reality?
Does not matter.
As I was in it
From end to end.
Would have loved
Living this dream
If it was so!
Wouldn’t have opened my eyes
Only if I know!
And if it was a
Reality,
Being a part
I was happy.
What I say,
What I show,
Doesn’t hold any meaning…
When I look back at those years…
It has become
An eternal part of me
Z, you see!
As your name goes
Zzy,
You were the last letter for me
My world stopped
And beneath, I can’t see!
Traversed ‘scapes
That I never would have!
Transcended spiritual limits
That I never could have!
With slightest of clues
In life
It’s you Z,
Who comes alive
Places that we went
Are landmarks for me,
For my life…
When I see those
Ice cream sellers,
Those waiters,
Or
Even the theaters,
(where I never visited again)
I see you.
I see myself
Holding hands
Walking, talking, eating, drinking…
And suddenly,
It’s me
All alone
All’s gone…
No hand in hand
No one in front
No one in side
Noone inside
Tried hating you
As any normal would do!
But
It all seems fake
The same baked fake principles
Of the men
And women of world
Who, perhaps,
Never loved…
How can I ever
Hate?
That was not the emotion
That you could generate…
It’s not
A love letter
Nor a sad song
I don’t regret anything
As you would never do
But
Yes Zzy,
I feel sad for myself
Every now and then,
Please don’t make
Someone
Write these poems again!
The pain
Of failure in life
One can tackle
But
To be loved… and lost
Is something Promithian
…Something Sisyphian!
