- 1 -
She
lay on silk
empty
eyes, looking up for meaning
Hands,
still as mountains
lips,
frail as leaves
He
lays a finger on her navel,
remembering,
each moment of pleasure
A
tear falls on her, glistening on her body
He
sees it for a long time, he knows the time has come
Flashes
of memories go by his eyes
flashes,
were all there had been
Never
taking time, to savor a moment
Always,
saving his precious time for future
Today,
he felt no need to rush
clocks
turned away, deceiving time
Clocks,
which once his eyes scrounged for
had
their backs turned in shame
He
touched her lips with his, trying to remember
Love,
which was always his, which he never embraced as his own
He
ran his hand up to her throat, which words had abandoned
Now
she lay, breathing, heart beating, blood running, alive
He
did not move till his eyes blurred
the
boundaries of her being with the world
He
did not care to wipe the tears, he knew where his blade lay
Minutes,
hours, maybe days before he lay his hand on steel
The
shallow breaths stopped
He
heard heartbeats; he knew they were not hers
The
blade took her, but not without any pain
He
cried himself to death
- 2 -
The
ceiling felt like a part of her
She
knew each layer, dent and texture
She
knew he was not a coward
She
knew he loved her enough
Yet,
he took a long haul
One
haul, was all she had asked for
before
she left, he had conceded
She
felt the touch of his hands, just before she had to leave
A
brilliant light entered her eyes
Yet,
it was unable to blind
She
was not lying anymore, nor was she a stand
But
she knew it mattered not, for the gates were now open
She
did not walk, but simply entered
It
weren’t clouds beneath her, but nor was it ground
She
knew she’d broken the cycle, and now was the time to rest
In
her final hours, she received the final blessing
Love
Vishal
Gupta
September
13th, 2013
Friday
