In the autumn of ninety six,
When the breeze blew with bliss,
I saw heaven in her eyes and the radians spread with such brilliance;
Captivating thousands in fact millions who wanted to be by her side.
But they did not dare cause of her tormented life.
The bells rang, the birds sang,
Autumn seemed so exotic.
Was I in love, or was it a passing vision -
One of lives dramatic situations.
Every time our eyes met,
A sudden shiver ran down my neck;
I was so entranced by her
but dared not approach her.
Education got the better of me and I never took that step,
Love consumed me like a worm in a succulent apple;
And when it was too late, in just a blink,
the autumn coupled with the inducing sun,
Changed my life for what its worth.
We exchanged love, we endured love,
We made love and felt love;
through one solitary mode - "silence" being the golden conversation;
as we touched each other through this magical phenomenon.
The feelings we had were sacred, deeper than the blue ocean;
Yet it was drowned as time went by,
and it withered slowly during the last autumn sunshine
A question I so often hate to ask,
A question that reminds me of lives unjust cruelty,
She had contracted AIDS,
A flower withered before its age;
Her beauty inseparable;
Soon to turn to ashes.
Oh Life! You are so unjust.
She was only nineteen when she died;
Her last few minutes were silent, as our eyes met for the last time.
It was only tears that I could afford,
Not even words could tell as to how I felt;
Our love was given its final bend
When with her dying breath,
She kissed me gently on my forehead;
Her lips were pale, were parched;
And soon grew cold.
How silence grew and how silence got bold!
In silence did it take my heart
and in silence did it strike me.
Its shallow pain hit me in vain
For my true love was silent again
Never to return back, never to kiss me,
But to be silent for ever again.