Tonight I can write the saddest lines.
Say,
I can write, say:
You are here;
The red-polished long fingernails of yours
Shyly resting on your knee;
Palms flattened;
You are sitting in front of me
And you are not quite here.
Your eyes are on the wall clock;
Looking beyond time
And the stillness of your earring
Is unbearable for me.
Tonight I can write the saddest lines.
I can write, say:
You have brought me sweets.
The red-colored thinly illuminating paper
Unwrapped;
Opened box of life
And the sweetness is long gone;
Thick fungus has eaten it's way.
May be this is the last thing you have offered me,
May be not;
I know for sure I want to savor them
And you don't let me.
Tonight I can write the saddest lines.
I can write, say:
You are collecting your things;
Your purse, your cell phone and few things more.
You are taking my permission to leave
And I am trying hard to see
Few droplets of tears
Forming inside the brown sunglasses;
So brown & so dark
And I fail to see any.
Tonight I can write the saddest lines.
May be, I recognize you,
May be, I don't.
Love is so short;
Memories are so long.
Tonight I can write the saddest lines of all time.
* An attempt to mimic the maestro.
