Gaurav Ojha
I have not discarded myself
As such to forget our shared experiences
But the person I remember
May not be the same person I have forgotten
And, when we were in love, for sometime
Yes in love, we promised for all the time
I even said to her, love for the last time
For both of us it wasn’t enough
Somehow we both had to split apart
And, we both acknowledged the end
I have kept something of us inside
To ride on and familiarize with you again
When I have nothing else to recall
I think of the words I wouldn’t share and my silence you wouldn’t feel
With you, I was a poet, freethinker, romantic, freak, musician,
A Picasso in the making
My lousy scribbles on the blank pages resembled an abstract art
And without you, I am a husband, a daughter’s father, a relationship manager and a balance between work and life
Now, I have to think before I speak
My arms carry the child without your face
Life goes on, and
I have learned to measure that
Life lived is incomparable with life unlived
Our past was together, but the future unknown
As sun slumbers and falls out of the sky
And takes the evening to the dark
I feel something stirring up my heart
The shadows of the past appear more real
Than the person I am holding in my arms
Although, they tell me that it wasn’t much to a lose
I remember and soft tears rolls out of my eyes
I can still feel the heartbeat
The fire has burned out
Indeed, there is no returning back,
But, my hopes have remained alive
With the warm frozen memories
May be, we will make it through, and but never get back
[Gaurav Ojha is engaged as a faculty of communication, critical thinking, academic writing and marketing research at different educational institutions. As a part of his creative interests, Mr. Ojha has regularly published opinion posts, poems and articles on a wide range of topics from death, disease, social issues, and humanism to post-religious spirituality.]