“Because it would be murder. All those memories we painstakingly collected, they will be long forgotten. No, I’d rather smile and cry whenever I remember you and our memories. Some day, the edges of these memories are going to get frayed and dog-eared like a beloved book read again and again. I’d rather our memories too die a natural death. I don’t want them to meet a preemptive end. You move on. You need to. I’m happy here.”
On a dark cloudy day,
We stepped towards the mountain peak,
With each step, the clouds neared,
Threatening us with a downpour.
But she was adamant,
Punny nature! bend to her, it will.
And so with cheeks, red and animated,
She inched towards her goal.
For what, I knew now,
I only accompanied for curiosity’s sake.
For she was beauty personified,
Not in terms of figure, face or skin,
But something in her air, something beyond words,
And her eyes! Boy, with untold secrets,
Did they shine and dance.
No, curiosity bade me, “Go with her”
“I need to know,” it said.
She smiled at me, as if she knew,
But on she went, in tormenting silence.
To the mountain we reached,
panting, sighing, ooh-and-aahing.
I then looked at her curiously,
to find answers to her mystery.
She laughed at the sky,
Joy and mirth filling her high.
Confused, “Why,” I asked.
“Why ever not,” she said.
“Rain, risk and dark,” I said.
“Bah, that’s but life,” she quipped,
And after the clouds, merrily ran,
While I looked on, stunned.
Dear Time, can you stop for a while?
So I can say goodbye,
to the moments that touched my heart;
Even the ones that made me cry;
End them with a full stop,
Instead of the three dots you’re known for.
Dear Time, can you slow down for a while?
I’d like to hug my friend,
Who’s no more in my life.
Or stare into those eyes,
that often filled my heart with warmth,
Before they turn all cold and dry.
Dear Time, can you pause and rewind?
I hate to leave my loved ones back.