She was like a bright light
Blinding my eyesight
It was when I first saw her
And had something moved forever
She was a delicacy of delight
And even for an untrained eye
It was very hard to escape
Her innocent presence-everyday
Like bud of a flower
Readying to get blossomed
The fragrance she radiated
Entranced me forever
And as the days passed
My shyness in me elapsed
She approached me for a talk
As I was taking my walk
It was dream come true
Which can be felt by lucky few
Thought we talked only law
I saw her without a flaw
Impressed- that was she
By my knowledge and ingenuity
Little she’d noticed she’d me over
That her beauty had a follower
We met now quite often
For one reason or another
Sooner she’d the hint
Why I’ve mouthful of mint
It wasn’t tobacco I deceived
Her presence is that besieged
The me in me from myself
Just for her from herself
And then one day with a cusp of courage
I acknowledge her the beauty she is
Her face, her hair, her body gestured
In accordance with me
As if like a silent communication
She knew that I meant for her
Never did she approved or disapproved
The love I have for her
Just for her one glimpse
I willingly wait for eternity
And whenever she came
She bought joy to my sordidly
I wish if this could go on
Till the last moments of time
But time cannot be held hostage
To human passions, emotions and pride
And one day
She walked away
Away she went
Without giving a clue
With no reason assigned
She walked out of my life
Away with her newer self
To a new world with newer friend
Feigning ignorance of my presence
She loved company of her new friend
I tried to see her from different ways
From net, mobile and bouquet
Roadblocked all my way
Heartbreak came without delay
Why did she do it? I say
Wasn’t I brave enough to say
The deepest words of my love
Or she’d always looked other way
Brimming with vagrant hatred
The brightest light turned dark
The black hole of my emotions sucked
The delicate portion of my heart
Cursing myself for this cowardice
I killed the poet in me
But the poet’s pen refused to die
On the paper it cried
The void in me remains unfilled
After years of endeavors and tries
Every time our eyes met
A piece within me dies
Why did she do it? I often ask
Just I was un-brave
Or it was other one she craved
Killing me again and again
The Prince Charming gets his Princess
But Romeo poisons himself and dies
Life is never romantic fiction
It is a fact that seldom cries
There will be a judgment day
When lives will be put on scale
That day I’ll ask her
Why did she walk away?
But waiting for the final pyre
The poet still haven’t died
In spite of limitless tries
On the paper the pen still cries
“She was like a bright light
Blinding my eyesight.”
© Tarun Mitra
January 26, 2010
