i travelled beyond the time
and stood on that spot again
where our eyes first met
and stared deep and long
at her eyes for all i care
and tried to unearth the truth
the truth of our lives
what was the honesty? what caused the delight?
what were those fireworks, what were the burning coals?
why, why did i feel so whole!
maybe it was the eyes, the way she smiled,
the way she moved her hair to the back of her ear
the way she turned red when i gave her compliments
when i touched her cheek, and called her my dear.
i stare for long, through out the night,
but no answers come to light.
so i travel to the now
and listen to each word and each sound
maybe your words do the trick
the long conversations with the myth.
the seduction of her voice,
when she says i leave her no choice
but to make love through the night
or the time she confesses and talks about her pain
the words left unsaid, that i always understand
and look through her and inside into the real woman
that wants to be held tight, through the night,
but alas, no answers come to light.
so i travel beyond the time, this time to when we will last meet
old, fragile, wrinkled, sitting under the oak tree.
maybe here i will find the answer
so i start speaking my mind
everything she was to me
my angel, my love, my rhythm divine.
maybe it was that i was broken, and she filled me with her water colors,
maybe i just wanted to love her all the time.
maybe, she was the words to my prose that make everything rhyme.
or i think i just wanted to provide,
each answer to her question, epiphanies to her doubts,
be the silence in her solitude, the noise in the crowd.
pamper her, spoil her, give her all the world’s delights.
but alas, i breathe my last,
but no answer comes to mind.
मंच 