I shall still love you
Even when I know the truth
That you are drifting away from
me
To a world uninhabited by my
presence
I shall still love you
Even when you remove your hands
And leave me alone feeling cold
And vulnerable and with a void in
my heart
I shall still love you
Even when I feel the chill
settling down on my palms
And waiting for your warm and
soft caresses
To glide over and rejuvenate them
I shall still love you
Even when I have learnt from
Seneca
Who my friend tells, was Nero’s
teacher
And was punished with death
I shall still love you
Even when I envision Seneca living
and dying stoically
And with civility in this world
Driven patently by hate and
uncivility
I shall still love you
Even when I see ‘Things Fall
Apart’
And feel ‘The Unbearable
Lightness of Being’
Or act like ‘The Stranger’
fighting ‘The Plague’
I shall still love you
Even when I have become sure of
the fact
That you are just an illusion
like everything else
Simply hanging on the mantle-piece
of time.
I shall always love you
For you inhabit within me
That small island of love, beauty
and truth
And all colours and joys and
sorrows of my life and others
Those countless pages you may be
New or smudged or torn or folded
on the corners
Smelling musty or sweet or of unrecognizable
smells
I shall always love you wherever
I find you.
Nice one!!
ReplyDeleteThe embedded feeling of longing is very well portrayed here. Specially the last stanza is superb. The depth of yearning do get trashed in paper some time, but the expressions that dazzle the world also come from those trashes. :)