ACHES [Wattys Winner 2015]

My Hope 8

I am just going through,

Some photographs of me and hope

And there is a knock.

I open the door,

And from these virtual photographs,

She becomes a reality.

She hugs me tight,

As if something is wrong.

But sings in my ears,

The happy birthday song.

I can smell my intoxicating Hope & her shampoo,

While she sings, making us dance too.

Cringing inside, all my senses ignited on fire,

As I can see, hear, smell, touch and feel my passion in my arms.

In the evening, when we are out

And she asks me,

About how I am doing.

Well! Hope I am going insane, every moment without you feels like lifeless living.

But when I say "Fine",

She starts talking about Nik,

Rubbing pepper on my open wounds,

Of how he loves her, but is possessive.

Of how he cares for her, but sometimes becomes aggressive.

Of how he got angry once and threw things in air.

Because she says, he loves her too very much.

Suddenly, I am not sated, I feel perturbed that she is with such a guy,

I feel as if something is not right.

She then says, she loves him so much that

She fears that if something went downside, She won't be able to take it.

I fret at the thought of her fear,

And so I say, "Hope, Don't worry these are small tumbles which themselves will knit"