Friday, September 9, 2016

Repose.


Repose.

One is too old to mind, it shouldn't matter
For if it matters, one shouldn't mind
For the long years carry too many memories
And varied, tortous implications
And Time is absolute, there's no turning around
As one plods on, or watch helplessly Time passing by.

Has it been ten weeks ?
Is there a better measure of  the decades that are now gone?
Certainly no historic event has been created
And the whole world hasn't taken note
Of the touching of hearts that the protagonists hold in esteem
Of what there once was, and what might have been
Ten weeks haven't broken new grounds
Fifty years leave their indelible mark on one's mind's spool


One burst out in joy
The moment, glorious, the magical past was rekindled
One didn't question "why this, why now ?"
But simply opened the palms in supplication 
For the lovely images all this brought out
Perhaps this was redemption
For unrequited love, or puppy love, or just infatuation
But one embraced the nostalgia
Of happier times, now seemingly receding from reach.

What went wrong?, one beseech
It can be only a word here and another there
Or wrongly tapping the wrong button at the wrong time
It seems technology has been both boon and bane
It really falls down to mere impression of embrace or disgrace
While the truth is miles away.

The years that have gone by
Haven't been empty, regardless
The second and third generations have come
Bringing joy and love to family and friends
So one's little secret rendezvous
Doesn't exist in emptiness
But sits quietly in between real hectic life around
And
A missed call happens all the time
Disgruntled, the real reason offered
Seemed unpalatable
But the flippant dismissal and monosyllabic response
Can hurt, too
Which wouldn't be the case
If the relationship is trivial, unimportant
When words like "dump"
Regurgitate a foul taste
Of unwantedness, or unwanting.

One is perplexed
But one has to be of the real world
Of missed meanings, and missing messages
One can only hold on to the cherished memory
Content that good intentions should survive the test of time
The friendship remains, genuine
Valued forever
And  one accepts
That this is His Design, and one should find peace
In repose.



Seremban
10.9.2016


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