May Be Someday ...

I begged, pleaded and cried

Wrenched my heart, emptied my soul

Put my fate in your hand.

And you walked away.

Centuries later when life had stopped for me

And I breathed to keep me alive

At the end of the world, on a deserted land

Did we see each other again?

“How are you?’ you had asked.

Though I knew you did not want any answers.

You had stories to tell - of your adventures and lovely ladies.

And to show me your success and victories.

You told me about the misty mountains you had visited,

The lonely beaches and the busy markets,

The beautiful women you courted on the country-sides

And the brilliant dreams you wove for yourself.

I listened, mesmerised, to you.

The grandeur and the royalty of it, that you have.

Slowly tears rolled down my eyes

And a smile touched through my lips.

You looked at me suddenly and stopped for a moment.

“Is everything ok?” you asked looking concerned.

“Nothing.  Am happy to see you again”. I said

“Thank God! It looked something had fallen into your eyes”

It was soon time to depart.

To say good bye and take our roads.

We bid farewell and shook our hands.

You promised we will meet again someday, soon.

Days have gone. Nights have stretched longer.

My soul once again stirred somehow.

Questions larking in the darkness of mind

“Was that he who I met?”

It cannot be you though. I know.

It must be a stranger.