The Face

I look around, in search of that familiar visage,

With its last enduring image firmly imprinted in my consciousness.

The image refuses to fade away and so does my yearning,

To gaze unblinkingly into those intense eyes full of vivacity

Which has unknowingly driven many hearts to the last shreds of desperation,

All for one last time.

My mind races back to those happier times,

Those carefree times when it knew no sorrow

And gloom was something which just couldn't be felt.

I knew nothing apart from togetherness

And it was meant to be forever,

Until the cruel,devious ways of destiny intervened,

Ably assisted by the treacherous warps of time.

I was a lost being,

One among the multitudes who have been happily blessed,

By that holiest and purest of fixations.

There was immense joy in those initial feelings of hurt,

Rejection provided optimism

And it led to euphoria.

It felt like an endless streak of love

And how I hoped it would remain so.

Those were happier times,

Illuminated by the bright lights emanating from that blessed soul,

Coloured by the paint brush of the Artist of my mind

On the wide canvas of my life.

Sweet memories abound,

Of those leisurely walks, hand-in-hand,

Whispering sweet nothings to each other in those beautiful boulevards of life;

Of those dreams that we saw together,

Lying under the shady bowers of a sheltered life.

Those were the best days of my life,

When each day brought with it the purest joys of companionship;

When each passing hour meant another hour well-lived

And each moment created an eternal symphony meant to be savoured for a lifetime-

A lifetime of waking up to that smile which is forever etched in my memory,

And gazing lovingly at that face,

Lost for words even though they are needless in those golden moments of silence.

Today it's no more and my senses have gone numb,

More so by the loss than the lack of it.

There's a melancholic chord in every piece of music I compose,

For I have lost all capacity to love and live.

Each passing moment reminds me of nothing but the loss of happiness

And the object of my dreams;

Pleasant thoughts are but messengers from a painful past that still rankles.

I keep searching in the dark days of the present,

Hoping to find that Face in a future whick is all but grey;

The visage has disappeared in the glorious chapters of a colourful past

And I still make that painful journey through my memories,

To look at that face-

To make it all happen once again in my life.