Many Years, Apart and Away

someone got to know
how deeply she was loved,
how terribly missed, every moment,
how she was the toast of tears,
how the prayers didn't stop,
even after the meetings did,
how dreams were sewn,
night after night,
how the memories had not blurred,
many years, apart and away

someone got to see
what a second life looks like,
how the creases on the face,
hadn't touched the heart,
how the concern slipped her guarded lips,
how smiles feigned, as the eyes turned red,
how the feelings haven't aged,
many years, apart and away

someone got to feel
how the silent banters haven't changed,
how the eyes still don't bat a lid,
until they turned moist,
and there was upwelling in the voice,
in the quiet of the dark,
as hope was wrapped,
and laid to rest, in the dark
like they'd happen then,
one trying to keep flame alive,
the other blowing it out,
many years, apart and away

someone kept muttering
you are my past,
yet never stopped turning to her past,
cried, leaning against his chest,
how tender, how beautiful my past!
and her heart chocked up,
rebelling her lips and her fate,
her heart still skipped a beat
the same way his heart beat for her,
she teared up still,
as she wished upon a shooting star,
when her heart ached at dusk,
many years, apart and away

someone protested
i've nothing to talk,
lying through the teeth,
fighting her conscience,
until her restless mind got stuck,
with a bunch of memory frames,
was it not the silly nothings,
that made the meetings so much fonder?
many years, apart and away



© sashikant mohanty