Elegy to an Estranged Love
IMy backpack has long been doneAnd She believed my well thought-of alibiI cannot wait any longer to be with you.“At long last,” I sighed.In my mind, I see you flash your sweetest grin You have waited long enoughfor me to gather enough valor You have exhausted all the right wordsfor me to believe in the promising futureAnd now is the time. This is the time.(Now, you don’t have any reasonto feel dejected; I am now able to wage battlefor our love’s sake.)II You told me to stay in this four-cornered roomthough I don’t like its ambiance.Its eeriness disturbs me. Two, three, four days have passedI am getting demoralized of the bleakness it hasbrought me!(Well, the only thing that keeps me goingis the fact that we will be together, in due time.)IIIBy the way,I have finished the first bookof Stephenie Meyer’s Twilight SagaI know, you would laugh at meI imagine you saying, “Is that you?” You know for a fact that I am not intothose books Those books that too much romanticize theharsh realities of society are but Those books that would surely receivebitter criticisms from our progressive viewpoint.I don’t have any choice.I have to keep myself sane in the courseof this cruel, total isolationI have to veer away the negative thoughtsthat creep in.It’s the fifth day, you know.And I am still waiting in vain for your presence.IVI stared at my backpackWondering when it will be slung again to mybroad, anticipating shouldersI was staring so intently, that I said to myself:“This backpack will be my closest companion,from now on.”And ah! I thoughtWhat She is thinking right nowMe, giving lectures and discussionsMe, agitating whoever cares to listen That is all She could think of.Never would She think thatI have made the biggest decision so far…A decision that would either lead meto the longed-for passion of my existenceOr to a sure death that accompanies it—It doesn’t really matter to me now.(I prepared myself wholly for years, for you.