In loving memory of

Times and oft I had ,
Reveled in my reverie,
Imagining what it would be like-
To be back where I had felt whole once-
Again.
Had questioned if the essence would still be intact-
Unperturbed by the silence of the seas,
Or the echo of the distance.
In innocence, I had longed for conversion of needs,
To wants.
In my yearnings, I had sought to transform,
Real to surreal.
Yet we'd met,
To perhaps complete a circle.
Or draw lines that had to be rigidly in place-
More for me, than you.
Changes in you were easy to notice;
The once carefree expression giving way to studied nonchalance.
The mind behind the watchful eyes-
Sharp and agile-
Seeing all, and seeing through it all.
The hands- ever steady and ready,
To guide, yet refrained from contact.
The love's sheen amiss from the hooded stare-
Replaced by a benign calculated look of ,
A proud man ill-fitted at the wrong time and place.
Yet for me,
You raised the bar-
Higher than most,
Where the comparison no more seems easy.
As each day passes by in prayers,
Of forgetting or for getting.
Self-incompletion seems absolute,
As in my mind's eye, I label you,
Perfection embodied.
A sculpture of all that my puerile dreams could sketch.
A sepulchral symphony of senses,
To awaken me from my latent slumber.
A harmony that sings in its own solitary tune,
Like my own pied piper to race the devil in me.
As I danced in my folly to all that you'd played.
Looking back, scarlet does not strike with
Any self-effacing embarrassment,
Rather a queer quixotic surrender of willingly,
Having submitted for a time being -
To be in love with my time.
I cannot reflect back in sorrow,
Or let all hues of blues or greys,
Dominate over the tomorrows-
Because nothing that you'd done.
Was nothing that I'd known.
Consent, if at all,
Had been mutual and consequential.
We never made promises etched on stones,
To fight the circumstances-
We only made a pact to be fellow drifters-
Flowing along anchorless.
My hopes may not find reciprocation in yours-
Yet I cannot pine for the impossibility,
Of all that I sense -
The road to a dead end.
With love locked deep in my heart,
And steps light,
I can wade through my life-
Yet fully aware,
That I can never give my all to none ever-
Or feel the sheerness of all that you'd made me once.
The memories shall be cherished,
As the guiding force ,
To fuel me with a burning desire,
Of being a certain someone transformed.
For me, you'll always shine brighter,
With every passing day-
Yet I will be happier,
Leaving you in the zone of
The Untouchables and Unreachables.
Maybe paths would cross again-
In some other place and time-
Or maybe not-
As the circle had been completed after all.
But in my mind,
From my core,
I will always look out for you-
As a passive pair of  eyes,
Imploring for nothing ever,
Or imposing my belief system on yours-
Knowing that there is none,
To rise akin.