Jagdeep singh
Sep 2, 2018 · 4 min read

That’s why I am a poet…

Reflecting the sunset flames, bricks of her street seems like golden bars beneath my feet. I stood overwhelmed with excitement to bless my eyes with her alluring beauty. It had been a long time since I met her for the first time. I still remember her last words “don’t be late”…..

Although for that moment, it was a “taunt” that she made on my less punctual nature but I don’t know why?..they were still in my mind….

Five years back when I last visited her, those were hollow piece of words and had no deep meaning for me but now I had a exodus of emotions attached to them….

Instantly a thought popped up into my mind “if she still remember me”…

I was in a chaos…

I look like a proper man now.I no longer inherit that boyish look that she…she..used to call a “cutie pie”…

I remember how much I used to hate that …and everytime she used to laugh on my reaction…

I still had that scenario back in my skull…her smiling face in a slow motion and a chorus of love heard in the background…always arousing a romantic poet in me to capture it in words….

I couldn’t resist myself to wonder how beautiful she used to be …she had a black dot right beneath her rosy lips …with a complexion of charming moon..golden hair and an ounce of shyness in her deep eyes…holding my hands tightly and resting her head on my shoulders with a trust of love…

Her beauty must have grown now…That shy little girl must be a confident women now…but who knows…that were just my assumptions…..

Alluring was her beauty and memorable was the first rain of our love….how can I forget that…the day when she first said that words to me “ I love you”…I was in a half sleef shirt and she was in a Punjabi suit…just before that moment a cold breeze passed through my body and I got a sudden goosebump, shivering my soul, which concluded with my crazy reaction on her love proposal…I said “yes”…oh how beautiful it was….

As I was proceeding forward…waves of scorching heat started hitting on my face…

I was unable to move as they were very effective…but I still continued to went through them to explore more…

And what I witnessed was breath- taking …It frightened the hell out of me…

The whole street was burning …I realized the fact that the golden view was not sunset but fire flames consuming thousands of innocent homes right in front of me…

My smile faded away and I got choaked by the smoke of a deep pain originating from the painful voices of the victims….

“she must be one of them” my heart cried…

“No,no no no, this not be happening, no no…this not be..aah..oh god”I murmered in a worry…

I was frustrated…that chaotic view and that image of my beloved…I was resisting them to merge together …

I madly started searching for her…or say I became a little selfish for her coz I didn’t want to loose her…

Suddenly, just for a moment…a deep silence hit my ear drums…for that single moment all the screamings and noises got turned off…and I heard someone crying out my name…

I had no idea where it was coming from but I do had an idea that it was her voice…

My feet automatically lead me to her…

“oh mithi, don’t worry everything will be alright..don’t worry haan..” I said it in a temporary relief …

She was murmering something….

I was unable to understand it but when I took my ears close to her…I heard something…

“you’re late, cutie pie" she said in a very low tone…she remembered it too…

I don’t know how she remembered me…but the answer must be the true love she had for me…

Some moments after I heard that silence again…but this time it was a silence that led my emotions to liquidify and flow through my big brown eyes…

That silence was a proof that she was no more…

I hold her in my hands…

Her face was burnt from one side…her eyes was closed…

I kept on watching her…she was motionless coz she was dead and I was dead too from inside…

That day I realized …

“Being a poet is not an easy job…you have to accept the harsh reality and have to feel that pain to give a bunch of words…that feelings” ….

I wonder her last words remained her last words for me forever…but she is still alive in my poetries and poems…

Jagdeep singh

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