The dead but haunting past

                                            

Indescrible time of those bygone days,

Unthinkable painful memories;

And vivid thoughts of that dead past

 Still walk in me,

And play in the ground of my mind.

Stars laughing on the heaven,

Moon toddling childishly in the darkness

As if trying to win over the sun;

Voices of silence heard but everywhere

And the darkness intoxicated livings.

Fainted were energy of people;

Lying on the bed were their souls.

He envied the sun,

For he loved the moon:

He loved the moon; hated the sun;

Life was taking him away, away,

From his own little life.

Remained back was her wife,

Awaited his comeback, waited!

Patiently impatient, lost were her passions.

When sun would smile at her door,

She would stare through the window.

Deep in the depth of her intuitions,

She knew, he won’t be back.

Awaited and lost was the patience.

Expectations turned like a wave

And then reality opaque and vague.

Sun woke up and then slept.

From dawn break to dusk fall,

Watched she through little opening,

Through the opening of mind and her house,

She stared and stared!

Tlot, tlot, tlot… “Oh he came!”

Tlot, tlot, tlot… “Hey you came?”

Thud, thud, thud,

“Open the door, open it!        

I have come dear, I have!

Hunger of your expectations,

And thirst of your long wait,

May have driven you mad:

I have come to quench them,

I have come to feed you!”

“Oh, you came, my love?”

“Yea…I will fill your void,

I will brim your emptiness,

I will be your husband.”

They made love through the moon,

Played for hours and hours,

And separated hour ago prior to sun.

Lost in each other’s embrace,

Delight in the new replacement,

She was delighted;

She was excited

  And they were at cloud nine.

Continued the nocturnal game for months,

And between the void and fill,

Lost were those beginning thoughts;

Lost was he, who never returned,

Faded was his love,

Faded were his memories,

And forgotten were their promises.

The glittering vermillion on her slits,

Were but of no significance.

One day, he came;

He returned home,

Thinking he had his children,

He had his land;

He missed his birthplace.

Arrived he in that dark night,

Lamp of cloth rolled in bamboo,

Lit his way and lead him.

Thud,thud,thud,

Thud ,thud, “open the door”,

“Hey, who are you?

Who are you at these late hours?”

‘I have come, I am back dear’.

‘Oh, no,Oh, no!

I will not listen to you;

I am asleep,

I am tired of the day work,

You must be cheating on me”.

Inside were the usual ongoing scenes,

They were making love.

Lost were they

In each other’s embrace.

Angry at the ill response,

Broke he through the door,

Broke it into pieces.

And broken with it was his heart,

Mixed with the fragments,

As the very eye he blinked with

Snapped the scenes,

Burned his beatings his energy.

“Oops…! Oops!

Had this been the night

That I was to have in sight,

I would never have returned!

Had this been what you had for me,

I would never see you!

Get the hell out of here,

Get out, monster!

Disappear from my sight,

You bitch” .

In minutes, invisible were they,

Then the whole earth befell upon him.

The earthquake shook his conscience,

Darkness throttled him,

Suffocated were his breathe,

Trampled were his dreams,

Lost was his happiness.

Night compressed him hard.

All he waited was,

For the breathe to take him away,

He wished but the god,

To take him away:

Away, away, somewhere he would relax,

Somewhere he would forget

The scenes that intoxicated him.

The setting that bruised his sentiments;

The eyesore that distorted,

The rhythm of his heartbeats.

Night passed but in snails speed,

And when the cock crossed,

Before the day smiled with the sun;

He cried his heart out,

On the lap of the Village head.

Red like fire, hot like heat,

His eyes spoke everything,

He wanted with his mouth.

Committee sat, talked and discussed.

Within hour,

She declared that she be away,

That she would leave him.

Hidden in the heart,

Dormant in his blood

Was his love for her!

“Go not away, please!

For I still love you.

Let us create another history of ours.

I will never leave you,

I swear, I be with you;

Till stretched are cold hands

Of death on me.

Till the ends begin, and beginning ends,

Let us be together.

We have children to look at.

We have our promises to stick to,

The wedding mantra that we chanted,

At those hours of our union a forgotten years back.

Let’s not forget   that oath.

Please come, come lets’ go home”

“Oh no…you dark old man!

Where had you been when I needed you the most,

Where the hell did you fade?”

Now I have decided this man

Is my world!

I bid farewell to you

And your properties”.

In his mind was this line playing,

“Ever if I could, I would get you back.

Holding your hands again”.

Everything ended then and there.

Closed was his chapter,

Climax was this point of life for him.

 And Vivid are the thoughts today,

Playing in me, walking in my mind.

Pathetic it is to know

The silver she chose over the gold,

Was her greatest error she made.

I see her today, treading like beggar,

Begging the alms of mercy

For her salvation.

No child of her loves her now,

Even the second husband abandoned him,

Thrashing and kicks

That she never obtained back then

The time she was with him,

The first husband-

In the reminiscence

Always haunted her.

As single as she was in her delivery

Is she wandering today.

No one knows but god,

And no one but her fate,

Has shaken her life.

She has brought hurricane to her own life.

Cycle of karma revolves around her now.

And nothing but the gust of sorrow,

Entangles her feelings.

Repentances throb in her blood,

And weakness has nurtured her.

And indescrible time of those past,

Still lingers in my mind

And I know it will continue!