Words

Monday, November 29, 2010

“Have you ever cried when you smiled?”

A LONG ANSWER

The rains are lashing against my windows,
The lamp is giving its way for darkness,
My mind treads alone, through a jungle of memories,
In search for one,
A memory, I wish to live in, forever.
My answer to your question, Dear child, begins here,

I was a boy back then, youth I barely can remember.
A time so young, when life echoed a happy song,
My mind fails to remember most, but for one blissful tale,
It was of love, two hearts, and a fairy tale which I witnessed with such joy.

There was a girl and a boy in their epitome of innocence,
They began their journey, their love, in the purest form.
So young they were, when the rope of ardour wound them,
So beautiful they were, the radiance of paradise shone on them,
So strong they were, when the voice of sadness raged upon them,
I watched them with a delight of envy; I loved them to guard that purity,
I can hardly remember those faces; their names locked away somewhere,
Yet the scent of that fondness still lingers in my mind.

They sat beside each other every day, their hands cried not to leave,
They walked together every day, their legs begged to be as one,
They talked to each other everyday, with silence as their voice
They slept within each other, in the softest quilt of their eyes.
A soft and gentle love, a strong and innocent bond, they lived a life,
A life superior to the gods of heaven, a life with clouds of flowers,
A life I watched, with a delight of envy.


But my child, to your question, I haven’t answered yet,
The answer lies in this tale, hidden below my mind, safeguarded with chaste.
A day when dreams were still young,
She rested her head on his shoulders, her hands treasured in his palms,
As the train juggled away along the hills, her eyes closed, she slept.
He smiled and the twinkle in his eye said, this is life and I shall not lose it.
He listened to her dreams calling onto him,
As the train juggled away, he closed his eyes, resting his head on hers,
Smiling in silence, they slept.
Beautiful yet poignant, I watched them with a delight of envy.

A day I remember, my child, a day when my tears met my smile....