A few extra pounds here and there, a few extra scars,

The receding hairline and the proceeding age graph.

Some worries that are valid, and some too far-fetched,

Some friends left there and some family made with ease.

Life goes on, oblivious of my panic and of time and space,

The sun will still rise tomorrow and the river will flood again.

The receding hairline and the proceeding age graph,

Oh life you don’t scare me at all, I mock you with my heart. 

When I look around, I see too many pieces of my broken heart,

Far too many, what beats inside is perhaps just a muscular pump.

When it broke the first time, I was sixteen, a distant faded story.

He just looked at me one day and said “this is so very wrong”

And I moved on, thinking childish crush it was.

Since then it has been several, every corner filled with scandalous bloody pieces.

Some left in the river bank on a full moon night, some on a chilly night while we took a walk,

Some came as a surprise and blew me off, and some as a pleasant relief from a dragging pain.  

I am so numb with this pain, so deeply desensitized that I wonder if there is anything left

Do I still have my juvenile enthusiasm to move on? Or should I just wait till the machinery finally fails. 

The summer approaching our love-like a tiger crouching,

Melting and breaking the ice that we gathered between us.

All the coldness, the chill that we earned since the honeymoon was over,

All the fear and times when we were in the frozen embrace screaming freedom.

All those times I smiled seeing you but my heart said not here not now.

Oh summer come! Refreshing and life giving, melt all that is old and stale,

Break and penetrate your rays through our souls and give us a new light.

Let us rejuvenate let us be happy and say not here not right now.