Falling for you, Once Again

~ Sahil Lakhmani

He never gave up on her.

She never gave up on him.

It’d be better if it was a story of two people instead of three.

He gathered courage, they met finally. He carried a ring, and she, her wedding card.

Turmeric on her hands, and a slit on his wrist. Every morning he promised himself to let her go. Every night it was his pen, paper and her, again.

Finally he rested his pen, took one last look at her wedding photo and jumped out of the window. “Falling for you, once again.”, the suicide note read.

Let this, for you, be poetry…..

When pens and quills have all grown cold
take autumn’s glades of gleaming gold,
where fragrant fires and balmy breeze
do burn and breathe through trembling trees;
let this, for you, be poetry.

While lovers ‘neath the pearly moon
still sigh and sing and sweetly swoon,
with lips, that laugh and love and tease;
when beauty breathes from hearts like these;
let this, for you, be poetry.

When swifts and swallows swoop in spring
and skylarks soar aloft to sing,
while sun sets silent off the shore
and sea does seethe and rave and roar;
let this, for you, be poetry.

One day, when all the poets die
and in their graves the poets lie,
upon the heath, go fill your arms,
with honeysuckle’s tender charms;
let this, for you, be poetry.

~ Sahil Lakhmani