Inky Thoughts…


17/01/2013 by Siddiqui Fayesal

This I knew of you
When I had met you first.
Your love for flashy bags,
Large doughnuts
and colourful skirts.

I could remember
Quite clearly your
Smile over drinks
and formal meets.

I still remember that
Red shirt of yours
That you wore
When we were to meet.

Did you know already
My love for the scarlet
shade? Or, was that
Another facet of
Your lovely grace?

Coffee breaks and Orange
Juices were all fine but what
Of those culinary
adventures that never
used to suffice?

Long bus journeys
To no where?
Endless walks on paths
That returned to where
We began?

Was it time that fled by
Or it was just us who
Ignored its slow pace to the end?

The end is come and where
Are we now? Settled in our
Routine forgetting what
Never was to fade?

How quick, or how slow
Will this phase last?
Am I asking too many
Questions in the few
Minutes I have?

My letters will meet with
Flame and so will other
But does fire burn
It all?

Will the heat melt those
Earrings and bracelets too?
And what of those cuddly
Toys? Will they, too,
In the fire fall?

I sit back with a smile
And ask God a question or two.
And, all he has to tell is
That like everything else
This shall pass too.

What should
I hold on to?
What is really mine for keeps?

If memories could be lost
By will and force then
Why not make it painless?
He just smiled and sheepishly

He told me all about
Time which heals.
He told me about
The pain that I feel.

He reminded me of our
Walks in the park,
Our long biking trips
And your broken
Nose and then made me laugh.

I laughed with glee at first.
And then laughed a little
With pride.

It was not easy to
Do what I did.
But see what happened
When we tried.

My laughter faltered
And I sniffed some,
stopped some,
And then looked glum.

I looked back and
Saw you smile.

I wondered what you smiled for?

I wondered why I’d
Ever smile again.

Maybe that moment
I have captured
Maybe in that
One instance you
Were mine.

And let’s keep it that way.
Let me just peek into that
And live the rest
Of my life…



Siddiqui F.

5 thoughts on “Inky Thoughts…

  1. Thanks! I’m glad how it turned out too 🙂

  2. amarllyis says:

    Absolutely love it!

    “It was not easy to
    Do what I did.
    But see what happened
    When we tried.”

    Truer words haven’t been spoken. The things we can do when we try! 🙂

  3. bushra says:

    How do you create such beauty
    effortlessly? Brilliant.

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