THE INCOMPLETE STORY

                                    Where did you go? Who will watch over you, now that the reason is missing? Did you knock on heaven’s door, walking all the way through stairway to heaven? I lived my life for you, but now all hope is gone. The love thing was there, always with me, always with you. I never tried to lock you up, when you glided like a blackbird in the blue sky. But now you are gone forever, and the memories have become blurry. I ask thee Dear god, please send her back.

                      

                                                                               

                                                                    The moment I saw you, I knew the pain behind blue eyes. I remember you, the walk, us getting drenched in the November rain. I always knew that on the other side of the gates of tomorrow stood fear of the dark. But I had high hopes, because you my lady matter to me more than any other desire. Heaven or hell, all I wanted was to be with you. To walk those 500 miles, just me and you, all the way into the fields of gold. You were a fallen angel with broken wings, aspiring to fly higher. I was insane, but still I wore the mask of sanity, for I knew that you will bring me back to life.

                                                      

                                                   

                                                                    But those hollow years passed by. The memories, now they seem like a nightmare in elm street. My patience is lost, and I feel pathetic. You promised me “You will never walk alone”, and to me they were much more than words. But time is a she-wolf, she snatched you from me. I wanted to believe that it was a dream, that somebody will wake me up when September ends. I forgot that every rose has its thorn; I should have listened to my heart when it asked me to take it easy. You were like smoke in the water, somewhere deep inside I knew you will fade to black someday. All I asked for was a love for lifetime, but you left me from life to lifeless in a bed of razors.

                                                    Yesterday I saw a white dove flying with the wind. And I promised myself, I will not bow. Even if I have to travel the highway to hell, someday we will meet, may be with one last breath to spare. Pray for me brother, for I am about to begin my journey and I will settle for nothing less than what I what I want. There will be the end of heartache, for someday we will be safe home. Turn the page I will, may be today I am engulfed by tornado of souls but you should know that I am here, here for you. So, wait for me wherever you are, it’s never too late and soon you will see yourself in your perfect world.

-          CHINMOY DEY(DAICHI)

                                                                                                           21^ST SEP. 2012