If ever the sun is drenched in longing
and golds along with berry-reds
shimmer beneath the brilliant water,
then it must be November.

I want you to know
that when I observe rushing of blood
in the corridors of my palm,
am reminded of warmth that follows
when we stroll together hand in hand,
everything
that exists around me
the wind, the sweet rustling music 
and aroma of rain,
speak to me of you in their own
silent way.

If you forget me,
then memory like Ophelia would drown
depriving me
from the deepest parts of
my soul
the cords of my heart would disintegrate
and words
would be buried deep into my skin.
If you forget me,
then remember that I won’t be waiting
I would disregard dreams of you
and gift emotion to constellations in the sky.

But
if at any time, place and hour
you decide that ours is the love worth saving,
if whispers of reconciliation escape
from corner of mournful lips,
then know
that I would close the distance;
I would find you
even if the world is nearing its last
melodious breath.

 

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Posted for ‘Sanaa’s Challenge’ @ Real Toads

 

And Posted on Open Link Night @ dVerse Pub