RECAPITULATING HISTORY

For death, there is no morrow,.
Neither there is refusal,
Denial is unable to detain the kiss,
How much close the embrace is.
As mirror will shatter the dream to be
United again; couching upon the sandy beach,
Beneath the shacks of waves,
Where once we manifested love
For the days to come; with thousands arguments,
So, we stayed and refrained and rehearsed there,
Bullying ourselves with the belief-
"Love would bind us forever"

You've seen how I bled,
Not for once, but so many times
When we used to seat-
On the dusty roof, or played with
The monocle.
Though it was not deceit.
For me ,those long hours of staying apart,
Were replenished with the moments
When in veins, blood was moving fast.

I was taught to believe,
Yet not to depend on the words,
Uttered when you were drunk.
But you grabbed mine arm,
Bruising it with love,
I, too, was intoxicated.
For realizing the dream, to be
Fulfilled with exuberance,
Multiplied with the impeccable ecstasy of
Unbridled leap into volcanic surge.

It was the rule where the “other” losses
As always on the front, one is supposed
To receive the gash upon the chest.
Confirming the bravery, etched upon
The monument of wisdom.
And after the span of thousand days,
Counting the bit of minutes , seconds,
Which have been offering solace,
Me lying upon the table under MRI scan,
Smile with pain to hide the marks,clobbered at my back.

You've ascended on the stand.
With the prized trophies, bestowed for being
Superior; society upholds the values
Which purport sacrifice from woman.
But death will deal with-both you and me,
Only for the sake of snatching away,
Weighing equally trivial and valuable.
Though I desperately need an excuse,
To live for the self.
Let wait for another second to detain
The pace of death , for seeking the confession
Of everything from your eyes.
The history of love yet to be revised.

As for death, there lies no second chance
No scope for twice.