poem – Page 9 – Portrait of Em.

afterword

What is the right answer?
So perhaps we have gone to the edge,
to go on, or to stop?
Maybe we are not the right ones,
or maybe we are?

“What if we are meant to be together”…
or what if we are not?

I am not that confident.
Everything is just —

What makes up a lie?

Which way to go?
Repeated feeling,
Continuous waiting.
I just wish to go on without reasoning.

I am staring at the past,
You are looking at the future.
Yet what we have in hand is NOW.

Take the risk,
Take the chance.

If still,
Maybe that’s the time to stop.

Life is, perhaps,
Too long for two young hearts.

Written on 15 August 2013.
Edited on 28 October 2013 and 31 October 2013.
After the quarrel.

I am glad that we have made through at that very moment.
I love you.

what-if

Tic-tac, Tic-tac,
moments, seconds, minutes, hours —
days, weeks, months, years —
time passes,
silence lasts.

So what if that is just a dream?
An endless dream.

No, but it cannot be a dream —
-why?
I know not, but it just cannot be —
-what is it then?
I don’t know.

So what if it is just a game?
An endless game.
A haunting game.
A lasting game.

Yes, it must be.

What is at the end of the rainbow?
“No, there isn’t an end.”
How do you know?
“There is a story about the end of the rainbow is a pot of gold.”
So you think there isn’t an end?
“I have no idea,
I have never seen a real rainbow.”

You said.

We will find one together.
I said.

I will place it round your wrist,
It is your rainbow bracelet;
I will place it on your finger,
It is our rainbow ring.

So now you know —
At the end of the rainbow,
There is nothing, but our souls.
Yet something is gonna glow,
It’s our love, which grows.

What is at the end of the rainbow?
Now we know.

Written on 7 August 2013, while I was whatsapp-ing with you.
Love will guide us there,
And I am always with you.

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