Quiet my heart, cry your tears in seclusion.
Rejoice; for today the love of your life will be married.
“Be the best man at my wedding, Vishnu” you said, nonchalantly;
And that was the knife to my heart; I died.
Do you remember at all, my angel?
The years of love we shared together,
The dreams of togetherness beyond seven lifetimes,
The castles of unconditional love, the stories of eternity
Etched on the walls of our beating souls?
I still ache for you, my love.
I yearn for a glimpse of you – surreal;
Across the floor, I notice
My angel with her hubby, happy and content;
Dressed in a resplendent saree;
Your hair braided till your waist,
Your voice, divine and enchanting;
Your face, the little mole on your lips,
Your deep blue eyes, your heavenly smell;
You laugh, and you smile,
And he kisses you gently on your cheeks,
I feel my tears burn my soul to cinder;
And, I move, in haste, to wipe them away,
Lest you see them;
My soul is missing you much, my love.
I wish for a single whiff of your heavenly breath on me;
A single strand of your long, luscious hair to brush past my face once more;
The music that lulls my heart to tears;
The imprints of your kiss, the echo of your whispers of love;
Will survive within me – long after I pass.
Erase me from your heart, my love.
Never were you mine;
Come to me, oh beautiful death,
Embrace me in your heavenly arms;
Let my soul be stripped of life,
And my heart be filled with eternal love. ♥