Roses & Tears

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24/07/2011 by Siddiqui Fayesal

I’m sitting with my blue
Bonnet clasped
In my hand thinking.
Thinking of my day
That passed without a hitch;
Without a crick.

Was today the “perfect” day
Which blew past me,
That you spoke about?
Was today supposed to be the day
When we met first
Thirty years hence?

Where are the gooseflesh covered
Arms? Where is that
Shudder in my heart?
Wasn’t it supposed
To happen? You swore I’d
Feel it each
Year this day.

Where are those
Tears filling my eyes?
Where are those flashes of
Memory that danced before
Me?

Had you been lying to me all
Along? If not, then
Why don’t I see your face
In the lonely moon
Tonight?
Why don’t I hear the hoarse
Laughter from behind?

Where are you that I can’t
Feel you creeping along;
Coming behind my back carrying
That bouquet of
Flowers you cut from
Fathers lawn?

You had sworn you’d answer
My call if ever I
Called.
Or, was that promise of
Yours just another
Broken oath?

Where is my rainbow? Where
Is my canvas
That you took away? Hadn’t
You said you’ll paint
Me those shiny stars that
We counted in
Your backyard that night?

Was that another cruel
Joke you played?
Was that wet smile a grin
Of mirth and not
Passion?

Did you not promise me
Blood red roses every day?
Did you not promise me
A long kiss and a bear hug
Every night?

Did you not promise me
Our own children?
Did you not speak of a
Lovely girl who
Looked like me?

Did you not promise me
That beautiful gown
At the store,
As I watched you
Dress the mannequin?

Remember that painting
We had? Both
Of us smiling with our
House behind our
Backs.

That painting is starting to
Fade with time.
I see myself grey a little
Now

And its only you that still
smile.

Siddiqui F
(24.07.2011)

5 thoughts on “Roses & Tears

  1. jayeshrwl says:

    Great one… it remind me of someone…you know whom… 😦

  2. brillant! brillant! brillant! wish i too could express myself this way…

  3. Anonymous says:

    listen you big derriered idiot …i constantly and consistently feel inferior as a person who likes writing everytime i read sometthin written by you

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