August 22, 2018
Do you look at the same stars?
And see them twinkle as I do…
Do you feel the wind across the face?
As I kiss you too.
Do you miss me so much?
As much as I do…
Do you remember the swaying trees?
As I hear them sing…
Do your eyes follow the notes?
As they turn to spring…
Do you trace the footprints in snow?
As I blend with the rising sun…
Do you still keep the torn notebook?
As I paste memories of a lifetime….
Do you write with the color of blood?
As I live and die another life…
Do your eyes moisten?
As I leave my breath behind.
Do you wander in the same garden?
As I close the gates forever.
Do you seek the flower?
That I bury under the ground….
Do you love me the way I do?
As I close my eyes without you.
Gyanban thoughts : I was listening to Martin Carthy's arrangement which Simon and Garfunkel turned to an epic Canticle/Scarborough Fair mix, it inspired me to pen a few lines of my own. Though originally a medieval English ballad with unknown origins, it revolves around a stranger visiting the town of Scarborough carrying a message of impossible tasks for the lover to perform.Carrying on with the same essence of love and war as a metaphor for what we have and have not, what we miss forever and what we treasure within us. A heart full of memories and a mind full of realities..I wrote these few lines as an ode to soldiers who lost their loved ones, and in some sense, we are all fighting aren't we?
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