Love that never really end
K. Ritesh *
I have the picture of you which stays as long as my eyes aren't close,
It's vague now making me realize you aren't there anymore,
I am sure to say every moment of thought seem hazy without you,
Every passing face among the crowd reminds me of very you.
It's hard to believe that we aren't together as it went like a movie that never really end,
Even though I thought I was the protagonist, I was never in the picture.
Second Fiddle be the name that be put in my aching heart.
No matter how dry the blood can be, the heart can't stop pumping if you aren't dead.
That's how love replaces impure blood with pure spontaneous encounter.
Time is the other forename of cupids that heals every believer of subtle affection.
Distance is thy excuse, but I would say endurance that was lacking, was the reason.
Nevertheless I agree that most succumb to what we called kilometers or meters,
But we could have taken the calculative risk which many dare to.
Now it's for the best that never really happened as we realize soon enough how different we are (it takes time for many).
Things that connect us or shared are lost or stayed where they are supposed to.
Let's say we are in a different dimension and in that inexplicable view our movie never really ends.
* Poem written by K. Ritesh for The Sangai Express
This poem was webcasted on July 23 2014.
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