CONCRETE SALUTATIONS

I

I walked slowly down the road,
Mundane thoughts all aboard .
It felt great ,it felt miserable.
To be no one with no one .

It's not that there is no one ,
To think and wish to behold;
You were always there on my mind ;
Worthless memory of a passion old.

Yes,you were always there ,
No matter how hard i tried.
Life was tough,life was easy ;
You were there from the age of infancy.

The terrace was the haunting place ,
On your little house i used to fix my gaze.
Now a huge sky scraper stares at me
Concrete salutation of a desire untold.

The salutations increase day by day ,
Its been decades now ;
And you are untraced lost
In life's unfathomable maze.

Life is funny ,life is strange,
A different place with desires unchanged ,
I met you again,
I met you alone.....

In the very street ,
A no one with no one .

II

A surrogate fulfillment
Of what one hankers for,
A painful resurrection
Of an ageless ,dampened red core.

Both were tactless idiots,
Marooned by life's ambitious struggles.
But we were still young enough
To hold the memories of yore .

Far from the haunting terrace ,
Far from your little house.
We made our niche ,
Our haven on the 13th floor.

The 13th is a funny number,
We giggled and goggled at .
Like madmen in stupor
We cherished in autumn's lap.

Time runs out,dreams burn down.
Long drawn struggles loose their charm;
You shrivelled up in unknown agony;
The concrete 13th had struck its jaws.

Love was there,I am sure it was ,
We searched our entities in each other
And unfortunately found them out ,
Steel and granite reminders constantly shout.

You said you did not get a thing ,
I was pictured black in the entire scene.
I remember your white face in that dark;
The phone beeped to tell I had made the mark.

I had to go but not leave.
We need to fill up our hollow deeds.
You were happy ,said were glad,
That I had all I wanted to have.

The journey from no one to someone was done,
The lights below the 13th were dull and dumb.
The road ahead was short yet steep ,
The street was deserted curling in sleep.

You did not get me ,
You never had.
We were coerced into each other;
By the nothingness of our hearts.

That moment I had everything I wanted,
You were in my terrible power.
Understand my heart,you fool!!
Take me ,take it away and all.

You couldn't take it,
You couldn't hold.
You understood the kisses ,the words
But not the soul.

But what to understand ,
The soul was lost.
The Everything had to be relinquished ,
To get it back.

I had to get it back,get it back;
And you were the burdensome sack.
Guiltless,innocent you looked at me ,
It was time to forgive,forget and leave.

The concrete 13th stared at me ,
As i opened the door to leave .
Another salutation added to the list;
Of our horrible love,wonderful misery.

Each of us were left again,
A no one with no one .

III

The story is not as simple as it seems;
The reasons were not actually very deep.
The concrete salutations eternally scream,
The lost can always be redeemed.

We were wilfully jeopardised,
In our mesh of relentless dismay.
That we struggle in sorrow,
And suffer on a joyful day.

Yet the sky scrapers rise ,
Here there everywhere.
I don't see what is that they seek ,
Its going and rising beyond the 13th .

Back I went in time and space,
Back to where I started the race.
With mundane thoughts aboard,
To be a no one with no one .

The concrete mesh is deep inside,
On the terrace and in my gaze.
The rising sky scraper is still there with the stare;
A concrete salutation of a failing desire so rare .

You ,me ,we all are walking amidst the concrete,
With perpepetual desires that constantly weep ,
Walking,weeping this gnaws us all
That we are no one with no one .