Oh, would you?

Let me ask you tonight,

Would you smile,
Just this once,
Deep from your heart,
Your very smile-

Like,

The blossom of buds,
Its reddish hue, spreading in.

The gentle snowy clouds,
Flocking along like golden fleece.

The chirping ballads of birds,
Cooing in coy, joyous notes.

The velvety darkness stark,
With sprinklers of stars adorned.

The pink fluffy baby skin,
Ever so soft, tender and dear.

The sunset beauty, warming on,
Its golden red hue, astral.

The pristine dew drop, glowing
On the green leaflets, lit by sun drops.

The music of the waves, lashing on,
Across the sands of time, eternal.

The wind chimes of life, tinkles,
In every breath, every breeze, ever.

Your smile-
It fills me up,
With all joys of a lifetime.

Dear one,
Why are you so silent tonight,
When the whole sliver of my eternal desire,
Hangs on the thread of your mere existence?

Oh, tell me,
Would you not smile, just this once,

In all abandon, in all purity, in all love?

Oh, would you not, brighten up my life,
And clear away all the darkness, ever, forever?

Oh, would you?

At the attic...

I walked up the stairs,
Once again,
After a very long time.

Ever special, the winding stairways,
And I walked on,
Stopping at the wooden doorway.
Intricate carvings,
Of eons ago,
It shone amidst the dim light.

Pushing open,
I entered into the pitch black space,
Cobwebs hugging me tight,
Sticking all over me,
As though speaking a billion words,
Of an era bygone.

I walk, further in,
Pulling off the spider webs,
And I lit the candle, bright.

Dust rose, shining,
As I touched the oakwood desk-
The desk, that held my past memories,
The many letters i penned, atop,
And the many tears it soaked in,
Forever, my thoughts captured.

Moving on, I pried open,
The old trunk, that lay hidden,
Beneath the many layers of paper,
To find that very fabric, I loved,
The fragrance of yesterdays,
Welling in, deep.

I walk on, brushing off the dust,
Lighting up the darkest of corners,
Brightening up, once again.

Hours and hours,
Of rummaging through the junk,
Dirt and dust allover,
Shining beads of sweat breaking in.
And I gather the old souvenirs,
Their fresh aroma, soothing me.

Gently, I pull down the shades,
And I walk down, filthy and dripping-
Gathered in my arms,
The little doll of mine, the golden silk scarf,
The broken fountain pen, the newspaper cuttings,
And the fragrant childhood of mine.

Walking down the spiral stairways,
I feel lofty, and ever so calm, in delight,
Back from my little escapade, at the attic...

Crystal Memories...

Cherished, forever so-
A gift, of yours, dear,
Unlike the many,
Treasured in my soul.
Holding it ever so close,
Memories flooding me,
I have hugged it to sleep,
Almost every single night.

It has soaked in my tears,
Captured every little smile,
Wept along, often,
And cheered me up,
At many a times.
Miles apart, you were,
A gift, deep from your heart,
You had sent me, ages ago.

I still remember clear,
The day, I hopped in glee,
As I held the package close,
Adorned in love.
I looked on at the new stamps,
From across the seas-
And ever so gentle,
I pried open the golden wrap.

My eyes played a trick,
It welled in tears, off the sudden,
And I could picture your teasing grin,
And I let out a laugh.
Holding the crystal souvenir,
I could see your face,
All over, shining, in all love.
And I smiled,
Knowing you, Feeling you.

Today, as I look down,
At the tiny fragments,
Of what seems our past,
A drop of tear, rolls down.
As I bend down to pick up,
The shattered pieces of glass,
I prick myself, ever so light,
And a drop of blood trickles down.

Gazing at the remnants,
Of a dream, a lost lifetime-ours.
Mingled in tears and blood,
It shines, glittering like your eyes.
Far away, in the heavens abode,
You reside, looking over, at me, ever.
And the only physical reminder,
Of yours- shattered, it lay on my palm.

Holding back the surge of tears,
I try to join the pieces up, anew,
But in vain-
Newer waves of despair, crashes on,
And I let it on-
As time paces on, I wonder stark-
Would my memories shatter away,
Would your glassy silhouette crack, ever?

I pick up the broken pieces,
Placing them, on satin white,
Gently, i tie them up-
Locked away.
I have lost the only string,
Binding us- bathed in your touch,
Ever fragrant in your love,
And yet, I smile.

For, now I realize it deep,
No materialistic pleasure,
No token from your life-
Could ever flare up our love.
Its just the memories, that remain,
And I have just had them all-
Rekindled-
In me.