The Cake Untouched

She was walking slow

And her face said she was a little low

For once I thought she was in pain

The feelings came rushing back, like the November rain

I moved towards the lift as usual

She followed me to the corridor, I acted casual

I kept the door open, helped her let in

She looked so gorgeous you should have seen.

She headed for 3, I was for 5

Intensity taking over the cold vive

The lift came buzzing, she was about to leave

Not for once did I try to convince

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It was her birthday that night

Everyone was buzzing, the candles glowing bright

She came down dressed as an angel

It was my last day in town, her birthday and my farewell

She went near the cake bending down to blow the candles

She looked into my eyes and I remembered how we climbed all the hurdles

She put the knife through the cake with a drop of tear in her eye

I hustled out of the room before I started to cry

She waived around smiling happily

But I could see her eyes filled with tears

She came near me and the moment never went by

I kissed her on the cheek and said it was the last goodbye

That was the story of the cake untouched

I still remember those moments when my heart crushed

It was the most bitter cake I had ever seen

I just look back and wish life wasn't so mean...

The Reminiscence

It’s been a long time that we last met and that we spoke to each other. The last time we met we had so much to tell that we could hardly talk. Perhaps that was the reason I couldn't even utter a word. In the moments of desperation you hardly understand what needs to be done. And I was no different either. There was a time when I could hardly imagine a day that we never spoke, we never met each other. And now that seems to be the order of life. Few years down the line there's hardly anything that has changed around, except for me being indifferent to most of the things. Had I known that that was our last meeting, there are a few things that I would have done differently.

I wanted to talk to you. I wanted to love you. I wanted to let you know that you are very much a part of my world. A world, where out of the very few bright lights, you were one. I wanted to make you feel this is what we were meant to have. And that is the best thing that could have happened to both of us. It may seem absurd now but believe me that would have been the thing I would have really done. There nothing more beautiful in this world than the feeling of being wanted. Of being loved. And in the process lose yourself entirely in the world of others. It’s not a sacrifice that you make; it’s actually a discovery that you make that fills your world with light. More vibrancy, more energy than ever before. And you kind of start to like it the moment you step into it. There is nothing absurd about it. It all seems possible now.

The highway is empty and the lights are dim. Distant views seem hazy. The cigarette puff glowing bright. That’s not the things I wanted but I guess I am left with things that are hard to get away with. I am glad you came and you are still beautiful to me. And it still feels good. And it still runs deep. The nights will come and go but not the feelings. I am slowly getting drenched by the haziness of your thoughts. Unperturbed I was when I bid the final goodbye. But I guess the moment was so intense that I never found my way out of it. It’s going to be a long long time before I recollect myself. But sometimes as they say you know not what you are worth until you lose it in the being. This soliloquy of nothingness is killing me. And it’s nothing but a wandering soul lost in the making trying his way out of the dark. But when your sole existence is at stake, I guess it doesn't make any difference anymore.

We were an indelible mark on the sands of time, yet as we would have it, would remain strangers to each other forever. And walk that path, the way it’s meant to be...