Miss me, my darling

Mon amour, my darling,

Am I a sudden interruption in a moment?

When I catch you gazing at this antique heart

You said I am a curator of your museum

Perhaps, a dialect of this compelling language,

Where I discerned your tears and felt your scars

My thoughts are on demarcation,

My drafts are pretty coarse

And every time I remain a solivagant

Struggling somewhere in this chaos

Did you miss me, my darling?

When subtle hints of reality reminded you of this verse

When your silence tells me in deference, my love

I am conversing through this acoustic melody;

A symphony from my mind’s chords to your heart

Does that comply with your random thoughts?

That an obscure sentiment, so precise

Brought to the light

Telling me,

That I’m alive in every word you describe

Your past, present and future

I remained as an unscathed hope in your life,

What an irony is this, my darling

That you miss me, yet avoid

That you care and cannot hide

What an agony is this, my love

That you are a dweller of an incomprehensible abyss

Now write me in that ecstatic handwriting of yours

From the bottom of your unlocked mind

In between the cracks of those moments,

At stations, airports, bookstores

Or at the Hillside Cafe

Looking through the window,

while sipping the latte

Or taking a walk away from reality

Where you’ve gradually found me,

Day by day, year after year,

Persevering my persona beside yours

Running, tripping, searching,

Only to reach here,

At the pivot of this enchanting spell

My fondness is my freewill

Until your love aligns to its set path

You will miss me, my darling

You always will

– Shubhangi Rawat