Valentine’s Day

Life was not beautiful but full of dreams.
Happiness was all around
And there were new buds in every stem.
All pains were vaccinated by new love,
Sorrows renewed by new hopes.
Somewhere, slowly but surely, life started compensated from long misery.
Spring has set its foot eventually after a long break.

In the peak of spring, When everything was blooming, glowing and shining,
A new stem developed from nowhere in my heart.
The proud owner of the full bloom rose seemed more interested at the new bud.
Where there is happiness at one side,
Equally, there is dream at the other side.

The season collided with Valentine’s Day.
If not in spring, when will the beautiful things come?
The yet to bloom bud whispered at me
“Happy Valentine’s Day!
Though this is nothing to us,
There are many people celebrating this day,
Thinking as a special day”
I suddenly started paying attention to her.

All of a sudden, spring disappeared abruptly from the garden.
The cloud of betrayal and pretension darkened my garden.
Even the new bud started feeling reluctant to bloom in my garden.
How will she shine proudly in the garden of darkness and shame?
When I had moved out too far to return, she always found time to go back.

Exactly after one year, I whispered the same note to her
“Happy Valentine’s Day!
Though this is nothing to us,
There are many people celebrating this day,
Thinking as a special day.”
Where intolerance is there, memory is so short.
She has forgotten the sweet note that she whispered at me.
Words bridged two hearts when they feel for each other,
The same words infringe somebody’s modesty when the feeling is not reciprocated.
The same words she said become an insult to her when she can’t remember it.


Even believing becomes forceful that her head was resting on my shoulder,
And her tender hand on my lap.
The moment of complete silence and departure of mind from thinking anything,
It was the moment when only two persons lived in this earth.
Even the white doves are not as sweet as we were.
No distance can take away that memory far.
Neither time nor betrayal can dwindle that sweet moment.
The shortest moment was powerful enough to last for a lifetime.

When there was love, infatuation makes everything sweet,
Where there is intolerance, everything turns bitter.
It is hard to imagine that how relationships change when darkness falls.
When her words changed from worrying “Are you ok?”
To callous “What is the problem with you?”
That marked the sunset of our relationship.

It takes only four months to change a season,
Somewhere I have forgotten that it is one year from one Valentine’s Day to the next Valentine’s Day.
Then why do I wonder when I saw a change in her.
A meeting for two moment, and eternity of memories.
The head that once rested on my shoulder and face that shone on my eye,
Reincarnates into memory that rests forever in the heart.
But somewhere, the owner forgot her words,
And the return of the lost treasure doesn’t incite her.
I wish she could remember what she had said.