Those times

image That day we first met

Your eyes spoke substantial

And I pranced in their depths

Like another silly butterfly.

I remember the way

Gray patches on the sky

Spoke for us

And gently burst into silvery Droplets

that you called ‘tears’ .

The perfume that I wore

And your searing scent

Still lingers on my mind

And I never cease to turn

Into a foggy mess

Of nostalgia

And then you gazed at me

Feigning emotions after emotions-

When my fingers trembled

With apparent tension

Between just the two of us!

And when I think of the times

We sat together In that very place-

Like we knew each other since years

I’d felt the deceit in your eyes

But I only shrugged it off.

The way your lips twitched

On every mention of your name

Like you hated it

I should have known That it was not the name

But the person who said  it

That made you wince in discomfort.

And I would dismiss my feelings away

Like a shepherd does to his flock of sheep

But in vain-

For they are not dauntless enough to flee;

Likewise, the sentiments that I felt.

And now I breathe hard

and hold back the tears

Whenever I think of those times

I momentarily had thought you to be mine!

copyright © Varina Rasquinha 2015

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