Whispering,
They talked into your ear,
Voices that never mattered,
Sat down and steered clear
Of the truth and you were flattered,
By misconstrued lies,
You found in a book 12 years ago,
The words of a lonely visionary,
He died alone but his words blow
Into the winds as they take flight.
Silence,
No words from the other side,
You were expecting someone,
Expecting someone besides
Me, but there was no one.
Stare,
At the line of eyes staring back,
Gazing into every crack in your heart,
Reading between the lines you racked,
A string of emotions out in the dark.
Reason,
Reason with me and tell me,
Show me what your eyes have seen,
Show me what you want me to be,
Show me where I should have been.
But theres nothing,
Nothing to show, nothing to hide,
It was all created in my mind.
There’s still so much left to write
To you and to tell you what’s right.
I created you,
Out of a magnetic discharge in my brain,
In a deserted castle on a hill,
On the night of 7th May, when it rained,
And the first drops gave you a chill.
I remember,
I remember everything, every moment,
But you’ve let go of my hand,
And you crossed the street to the end
To the edge of a new land.
Strange fears,
Strange feelings of loneliness,
Creeping up my spine, I remember you,
I wonder if I visit your sleeplessness,
With time, we’ll be two.
Strangers,
Like Frank said a long time ago,
Love will be just a glance away,
All you need do is not go,
And when the time is right look my way,
I’ll be there,
Waving,
Singing,
Smiling,
Looking for you,
And in a crowd of a billion,
We’ll find each other,
And that’ll be the end,
The end of my story.
Maharshi Bhattacharya