despite...

Despite me showing you the path of light dear,
You chose the wrong one...
Perhaps that was your way of making it even with me...
Perhaps...you chose that path of dark to enlighten me...
Who knows?
I'm not a judge of things
No human can perhaps with all our own shares abundant
Of frailties and follies and foibles!

But haven't I stood for all that was good?
Haven't I been the lone traveler always?
You just chose, perhaps, to be a fellow traveler for a mile or so
Of my umpteen untrodden miles...

Despite me showing open
The redness that boiled...
The twinkling of the pearls on eyelids bright,
You chose the sand and the slush...
Perhaps that was your way to teach me a few things more-
Of the hardset lesson told in the most unheard manner...

Perhaps that'll give you all the hopes...
And glories so unreally bright!
Well...
I wish things were good for both of us
And the memories were the truest...

Hope you live the way the best you can,
And I do mine!

Believe me, dear,
Coming to the end, is like a new beginning!
Coming to the climax,is like loving the past...
Coming to part, is like forging the newest ways!



Comments

  1. thanks ritz...at least here, unlike fb, u r not overtly judgmental...i got a feeling u have got a poetess in u...but the poetess is somewhat suppressed in the social networking scene...that's not bad...not very good either!

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