Monday, June 27, 2011

Thirty Years Later

I once thought my soul was shaped
to fit into your soul’s crevices
like a puzzle piece.


I once thought my heart started beating
only when I found you
or maybe it just beat faster.

I once used to gaze into your electrifying eyes
and find myself lost
in a melting ocean blue world.

I once used to cherish your lopsided smile
and the way your eyes twinkled
when you looked at me.

And here I am, thirty years later, wanting to say,
I still think and feel the same.

The puzzle pieces might be old and tattered now on the outside,
but they still fit just like they did thirty years ago,
and our souls dance with vigour in each other's presence.

Our hearts might be slower and inching toward their last beat,
but our spirits are still just as alacritous as thirty years ago,
and we still live with the same enthusiasm, as long as we have each other.

Our eyes may have clouded over with age and grayness,
but I can still see your halo as well as thirty years ago
and I still find myself lost in your eyes sometimes.

Our skin may be wrinkled and baggy,
but your smile, undisturbed, is still heart-throbbing,
and our joy and love for each other
may not always show on the outside
but on the inside they are deeper, more profound and unconditional.

Thirty years later,
here we are, still together,
sitting out on the porch as days lazily drag on,
galloping toward our last breath
together.


Usually I start off the blog post with a little intro and inspiration for the poem I'm showing you this time, but I wanted you to find out on your own that this particular love poem I wrote recently is about the older and wiser generation, and not about a break-up. The title may have given away the little secret, but still. I think the starting sounds slightly misleading at first.

Most of the love poems I've read have been about the younger generation. I know there are many poems about the older generation, and if you know any, please give me the links by commenting below. But the fact that I haven't read any, drove me to write this poem, rather than find some to read. If you know any, please, please, comment below. Otherwise . . . well, still leave a comment! :)

1 comment:

  1. nice poem... I am surprised you can think of relations at that age. But 30 years after marriage isnt an age where skin wrinkle or vision fades... may be 50 years of togetherness might have that scenario.... unless it is a late marriage/ togetherness. Good writing Divya... rock on. It really depicts True love lasts for ever :)

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