The Oyster of Reminiscence

What i thought to be mine was never mine,

Love was in the air.

I guess not on your life you ever care,

The wisps of love beckoned me,

I was a novice lover,

Never clever,

Tracing the path of relentless maze,

Following a futile mirage,

Heading no where.

Caught in the whirlpool of conflicting reverberations;

Of hollering and hammering consciousness.

I walked and walked towards you with,

Incessant, unremitting willingness to meet you beyond the horizon.

It was excruciating, my heart throbbed,

My mind cluttered.

I mustered my vigor, bulldozed my way through,

Wrecking the opacity of all the my reticent silence.

I showed you that i loved you like no one has ever loved anyone….

The searing trudge in your quest,

Was only to find you bequest,

Your love to an out-lander.

My mirth elated,

I was adrift in the sporadic twirls of serene breeze,

It carried your breath entrenched in glee of new-found love.

I lost you, i lost you forever,

I saw you fade away in evanescent.

May be this is what i deserve,

May be i was meant to preserve.

I embraced my defeat,

Since you vanquished me.

I cloistered each drop of your memory,

In the oyster of my heart.

It stayed, it stayed there voiceless,

Suddenly, my heart sunk,

Breaking the oyster,

Nonplussed, i lay supine on the ground.

The droplets of memories yielded iridescent pearls,

Pearls of resplendent rhapsody,

Tears trickled down when i descried the metamorphosis.

Each pearl was a time machine in an atomic form,

I groped to reach out for one,

On the spur of the moment,

It was such a torment.

Memories flashing back, taking me back on an esplanade,

i grew solemn and began to lament like the blues.

There is no way to make a bolt for it.

I was stuck, stuck inside the walls painted white,

Clasping the oyster brimming with prismatic pearls of your memories….