My lover has many faces..
He showed them in many phases..
The in-love face, the angry face, ..
The lusty face.. all of them a passing phase
But the one that stays.. now in this phase..
Is where my lover has no face...
He ghosts and disappears in this phase..
I have kissed and loved..every other passing face and phase...
How does one love a lover without a face?
Every tad day,
We grow a little more invisible..
In youth and it's hey day..
You are serenaded .. Your youth visible!
Then your middle age marches in.. mid-day
You know you are the background music, felt light
You march on to being older, wiser.. pale twilight
You notice.. you are noticed lesser.. each day..
You almost learn to love your solitude...
Little do they know.. that this day..
You have more to serenade than that lost heyday..
That lost heyday in youth's altitude
Wider hips, grey hair , puffy eyes, creepy skin and wrinkles
Hark! Those days await...everyone someday
But the strength is in knowing... beyond age's wrinkles
That you now no longer care ..what the world thinks...
I guess that strength is worth living to that someday!
Without a care...Me thinks!
That is the beauty .. Hidden beauty to serenade everyday!
We have an Epidemic.. of endemic loneliness..
It spreads in the crowd.. and when alone..
When you speak..and When you don't...
In the air you breathe and when breatheless
We talk but don't converse
We see but don't notice..
We understand but don't feel..
We care and yet don't really care..
We want our way, all of us..
We want another to share our way..
Though we be in each other's way..
Never ready to walk a mile in another's way
We stay alone and avoid people..
We wait for the One..
Someone to get you..
Anyone really!
We have every one
And yet..No"One" will do...