A Promise, I Promise!

I reached forward to touch his hands

And like in a dream, he went further away from me.

I tried to reach him, running behind him now.

He walked briskly, smiling at a distant somebody.

I stopped; looked ahead.

I saw his Future.

And I was not to be a part of it.

I stopped my trail.

I dropped my hands; procured a smile.

A teardrop trickled down my cheeks.

I turned back, started my lonely walk.

Suddenly I felt the warmth of a comforting hand,

On my shoulder,

And I looked back,

To see my Present radiate his everlasting glow of a smile.

I reached out and held his hand.

I felt confident to tread the marshy lands ahead.

Maybe I will fall in the trampy mud and defile my all-new dress.

Maybe I will hurt myself falling off a slippery boulder.

Maybe I will lose my magic-slippers in the wilderness of life.

But I know that there would always be somebody,

Who would tell me that,

“Clothes have very little value,”

“In love”, he would add with a wink.

Or

“A kiss would be enough to make you feel much better”

Or

“Why need slippers when the meadows are looking so lovely,

That they should get their wishes granted:

One touch of those feet! Fair Goddess!”

And I would gladly believe it all,

Like a love struck teenager,

Because I know that even after the trance ends,

The scene would be these very same meadows.

The days might be grey, I agree.

But the love would be the same, I promise.

I promise.