Missing You

The day

Is almost over

Mid afternoon has set in

And dusk will follow

In no time

Among the festivity

Of joyful splendor

The aroma of delicate spices

And sweet incense

Mingled with sweat

Accomplished

by mixed culinary skills

Of extended families

Enhances the gaiety

Of another special occasion

A day of celebration

In Reincarnation

Deciphering

family tradition

Cutlery chirps

On ceramic plates

Like song birds

Singing out of tune

Jubilant laughter Sizzles

In rhythm with chirping feet

Yet, a surreal note lingers

In the surroundings

With irregular beat

I walk meticulously

A pasted smile

On my face

Welcoming the guests

With sweets

Flowing abundantly

To uphold the etiquette

Of times,

Since ancient

While my heart, burns

Missing you

Right beside me

Your arm easing the pain

On my aching shoulders

Knowing that you belong

Else where

In another place

Light years away

Celebrating With another

Darkness seeps through

The window sill

A power failure

At the wrong time of day

Shaking fingers

Light the candle

The flame flickers

Orange light glimmers

As the shadow dances

A tear drop

Cascades

Neatly In slow motion

Side tracked

By already wet cheeks

It Trickles

Behind my ear

Its path uneven

Just like my life path

It betrays

My super- proof emotions

As it nuzzles on my earlobe

And whispers

The cold reality

In the very words

My conscience

Had been nudging me

To accept, the whole day

When it says,

"He

Belongs

To Someone Else"