On his birthday!

On his Birthday....

We were three months past our date,
The first green Saturday night lounge,
Where we met...and here was his birthday.
The red roses, the candles, the wine;
The sunshine, the moonlight, the chocolates;
-Were not there, i wasn’t enough rich
To get 'em for him-my obsessed lover.
My life was dark then as night,
And night was what I had to offer.

One year hence.

I had the idea of how the pay slip looks,
I knew now to protect him
From the seductive crooks.
Though champagne was still
A far-fetched gift-sneak-peeking into my purse,
I could say,
Yet I could give him my hand,
If he wanted it anyway.

Another year still.

His birthday again,
I had the bucks, the profound maturity
And as for my life I had many other men.
He had been possessive enough to say
'You’ll live to be only mine'
(a joke/a threat/a prophecy/a wish..god knows!)
But I could part my way and survive.
Yes I hadn’t seen him since we broke up
Four months back from then.
Where he was I didn’t know,
I was in other hands with roses,
The wine and champagne...

The next year had come,

That day shouldn’t have
Been all that important
Except for a call that came,
'Honey! Cant ex-lovers meet?'
Apprehensive, yet, they could I saw as-
I waited for him to arrive,
Somewhere where we had met
Several times but ages before.
Not on time as usual, still
He arrived in that lane.
The next thing I knew was-
Tulips had replaced roses-
And that cold truth,
We were in heaven!