Author: Harpreet Chhachhia

I may not have the eyes that you dreamed of,
Nor may my ideas ideally in yours fit,
Nor may my smile now be what you think of,
But once they were what you fell in love with.

I may not be as young as I used to be,
Nor am I as thin, nor have as much hair,
Nor does time allow me security …
But my heart still beats with the same flair.

Perhaps I must learn love changes with time
And fades as does my ageing skin’s glow,
Perhaps love cannot be kept solely mine,
And I must know when to gently let go.

Someday as you lay lonely in your bed,
And your youth fights with creeping years,
Perhaps you’ll be the jealous one instead,
And perhaps then you’ll understand my fears.

30th October

When I woke up this morning,
You were beside me.
My eye opened into the brown of yours,
You were all I could see.

You moved your finger on my body,
I blinked and my lips parted,
You eyes smiled and the answer
My flesh gave was whole hearted.

Memory is to be treasured,
Though moments waste like flowers,
And in the mind’s eye,
There are no weeks, days or hours.

The thought of losing you,
Is bountiful with grief,
Destiny always robs me,
I cannot catch the thief,

But as I said, memory
Of this touch, this kiss,
Cannot be stolen by time’s destiny –
It is too strong for this.

Now I am thankful
That you choose me,
Thankful for your eye, your touch,
And this destiny.

29th September