Something in Me...

When the scent of jasmine suffused the air
And innocence straggled into the realms of naiveté;
When a strain as earnest as melodic resonated within;
When at once in her I thought I saw
Narrations of my mother’s childhood a second time,
Re-chiselling themselves out as realities of the present;
When I thought her lips bore my name for three seconds,
I strained to hear the flutter in my heart,
But I knew…
Something inside me was lost.

When I saw her cuddled by blossoms of youth;
And that the squadrons of admirers doubled with the day
And when I saw she laughed her twinkling laugh
With them, like with me in our momentous hours
I tried to smile like in a normal day,
But I knew…
Something inside me seethed.

When my heart refused that my mind believed;
When I saw the furtive glances exchanged;
When their silence spoke louder than words;
When their warmth permeated the chill;
When I felt I was the third of the three;
When my heart froze that cold night
And I thought I should never want to see her again;
When I saw her softly clutch his hand,
I knew…
Something inside me had died.

When the tumultuous rustle in my ears whispered
That she was soon to a mother be;
When I languished in pangs of desire
And wished that her child be mine;
I threw it all a dispassionate askance,
But I knew…
Something inside me yearned.

When before mist and fresh mounds of damp earth covered,
I last glimpsed her cherubic countenance just as fresh;
When I saw quiet prayers wreathed upon her grave
From countless wistful thralls of her vibrancy;
When she went beneath feet half a dozen;
When I lifted her daughter of as many years
And the jasmines she wore smelt the same
As a score and a half years ago;
I strained to shed that inadvertent tear,
But I knew…
It was me that had died.

- posted by Dileepan @ 1:46:00 am

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