Meeting after long years, their eyes were filled with tears
‘I’ve missed you so much,’ he said to her through his fears
But alas he knew, neither wanted for them to stay together
She was no longer the girl he knew, and so he wouldn’t take
her
Neither would she agree, for he had remained as was he
In the hay days of their companionship
they were each other’s reason to live
For lonely men and women lead a life devoid of purpose
and there is no being living ever more deplorable
But soon love fades and bitter feelings emerge
as neither was willing to accept, that love takes effort
The reason for living became the bane of existence
sense of duty prevailed, but will to live did fade
And so they parted ways, never to be interfere again
as a memory he would remember her, but no more
and she would attempt to forget, but flashes would remind
Of the curse they now both carried, and would for life
And whenever life would remind me of his curse he’d laugh
for humor was all he was left with once drained of tears
When she left, he mourned for a long while
time moved on, and wounds burned incessantly
and sorrow turned to rage,
but twas not the end of his punishment
It worsened still and nothing was left
except for humor, and he learnt
that rage follows sorrow, and comedy follows rage
Once he was done, and he turned to the heavens for solace
for his options were to break down and give up
or to stay up and fight to his imminent end
But Gods offer no condolence, which is the trade of man
They made a hole in the ground and pushed down further
Scraping the pavement with his face, pulling out hair from
the scalp
and just when he felt it was all over
God would land another thunder on his unsuspecting back
And it was then when he decided, that he would go down with
honor
He would continue to fight till his last breath
And he would keep breathing, and make each breath count
For things had a way of eventually getting better
if he just kept breathing for long enough
And so he walked, searching for his happiness
Believing in one thing and then the next
and then believing in nothing at all
for he was over the fairy tales of the world
which people celebrated in groups
so as to not be labeled as lunatics
In such worlds his lack of beliefs were an abomination
and he accepted his existence as abominable
But once he happened to chance upon the sound of her voice
Turning around, he found her pitying for his deplorable life
and he had remained as was he
Vishal Gupta
5 December 2017
