THE PROMISE SHE KEPT

It was the sun of spring
that flashed into my ever sleepy eyes.
It was morning , beaming with life,
And to add beauty to that
There she lay , still untouched by the rays
Yet, adding her own radiance to them.
There she was beside me ,
to be with me for life and further,
Leaving behind her sphere of ' knowns'
To walk with me , my arm she caught.
Into our future of certain uncertainty.
To share my fate. " Innocence ", I thought.


Her scent was in the air.
Her feel made everthing glow
Glow with an overwhelming sense of care,
love , belonging , compassion or else
- Only she could know , what lies
behind her throb of docile turbulence.
A man can only conjecture
in mere amazenent or disbelief.
For me it was the pleasure of both ;
- Enmeshed , entangled , entwined
Confusion can be pleasant sometimes.
My sub-conscious did remind.


Ecstatic with a feeling of assured affection
Which my heart never craved for
Because it was too exotic for a wretch.
To me , only a silent promise would do.
A patient ear was my need ,
Eyes brimming with empathy , I wished.
A comforting smile was enough.
A look of promotion - a bounty.
Simple, These may seem to some.
But, perhaps the most precious were they
Of all priceles gifts on offer. They come
only to the fortunate , they say.


Again humbled by reality
Exiled from my world of fancies
My vision narrowed into my little room.
The world outside , the sky through my window
seemed too small for harbouring my elation.
The clouds no more appealed to my eyes.
Sleepy eyes , still recovering from the truth
that defeated all past fancies
by its element of pleasing suddenness.
Floating clouds seemed so lifeless , defunct.
Tufts of misery drifting away.
The white in them could never satisfy
my craze for colourful confetti today.


Still, sitting on my morning bed
I felt a satisfaction clotting inside me.
A loser in battle , but a victor within.
I now possessed 'The Gem' I wished
to treasure for my life , and further.
She gave me a reason to live.
To ' Live Life', rather than spend days
Counting one out of the stint every night.
How strange it now seemed.
That one life could change another.
Give it purpose and direction.
Passion is miracle. They strike together.


I was too lost in the blue of her eyes.
Eyes- that disarmed me helpless.
Inspired me to be patient in counting
The numerous waves that came and went
Of emotions , both subtle and obvious
Sweeping the shores of those two "blue seas".
My eyes now narrowed down
Away from her asking gaze
To her. There she lay , all smiles and joy.
Snuggling against my bruised chest
which still housed a battered heart
Tired but beating , throbbing in silence.
Deprieved of zeal , bereft of warmth
There I lay - Disillusioned. Still tranced.
For her promise was so true
And blessed by that ethereal omen
That promised to follow me through.