Missing

I stepped down the divine stairs and moved to
The computer lab: I needed not to enter,
Pushed the door a little and intended to peep through.
Though not in need for that formality, but more like
A human I acted ‘to be ‘; Still as a vain Master,
I made the slit too fine for anyone to see my eyes.
Just a glimpse will do for me, I thought and prepared my
Mind to see someone. Sons of Adam, daughters of Eve,
All the mortals from West to East were accomplices
To a folk, whose obsession for me changed his fate forever;
Love is horrible. Fall of what I created –Colors, moods,
Ideals, being—was there. Beauty was nowhere visible.
Cornered to the north, he was laying on a hump of blood
And bone. Love can’t be quenched in this way! Mourning at
His only mistake, he sighed. His lake eyes were dry,
And his ego was lost. He was missing me. I closed
The way to the beam of Light, restored the door position,
Set the lab free and again I turned ‘Not to be’.


October 2008