The lone figure

 

Photocredit : Sahil Fauzdar

On the shores of the seas; with the quiet sounds of the breeze,

I see a lone figure overlooking the bridge,

Standing there quiet and still;

Head held high and shoulders wide,

Gazing right into the clear blue waters deep.

His lean frame stands there for quite some time,

There’s not a movement, not a budge!

I wonder what thoughts are flitting his mind and what makes him stand there alone in this far away land?              

                                                 Where does he come from and what does he want?

The trees stop swaying, the air becomes heavy, there’s an eerie sense of silence all around,

The moment is locked in the locket of my memory, as I stand there watching this man so intriguing,

Who is this stranger who lures me so?

I don’t know him, and yet I do!

I feel a sudden pull, a rush, an urge to be there with him, to feel his touch!

My breath shallow, my heart rapid, I am rooted, fixated in this time immemorial!

At this moment, I contemplate my life’s biggest enigma,

Shall I wait for him to turn around or should I go?

Go back to where I come from, where I belong?

My mind says this but my heart says that!

With a heavy heart, I turn around…

Years pass by, time moves on,

But this figure still stays on my mind, imprinted in my heart!

I sometimes wonder what it would have been,

If I had waited there, for a glimpse of him, his face, his expression, his identity?

But what is not to be is not to be!