It’s been two years.
My heart still bleeds.
Still I wish, I could see
Your sleeping face again.
The sky still gets dark
When clouds pour it down.
I wish I could get another morning,
Wrapped in your arm,
To take away all of my frown.
I still make chicken spicy,
And I brew strong coffee.
But they all feel stale,
As you are nowhere to taste.
I wish I could get lost in your eyes,
I wish I could smell your fragrance
I wish I could knot your ties,
I wish I could kiss you for an instance.
Now nicotine has replaced the kiss
And alcohol has replaced your scent.
Depression has took over the joy
And love has failed to sex.
As you are far away from my life
And I chose this path.
Still my soul holds a red thread,
Waiting to get tangled
With someone else’s fate.
As I know both of us were carefree winds,
And I know that time wouldn’t rewind.
Tying thread is Musubi. Connecting people is Musubi. The flow of time is called Musubi. Even Knotting the thread is also called Musubi.
– Kimi-No-Namae-Wa
This poetry is dedicated to someone whom I cannot forget ever. This one holds a special space in my life
