The February Sunshine

The warmth of the February sunshine

That shines in through my foggy window

Soothing this cold hand of mine

That writes about you endlessly, now

I wake up to the sound

Of a bedlam of chirruping

And sit outside in my garden, around

The thick foliage and a world sleeping

I love this, the blanket of serenity

That cuddles me up like you used to

Easing me and showering tranquility

Within my soul and body too

This chirruping never fails to remind (me)

Of the nights when we use to converse

Till the early morning birds, behind (you)

Started to sing the song of our love; Reverse

These times and let me hear those birds

Once again, that perched upon that tree

Singing love sonnets and crooning the three words

Across your room, opposite your balcony

This bright February sunshine

Lights up the dusty corners of this room

And I get a glimpse of thine

Sitting on the sofa in my drawing room

Exactly where you had sat, beside me

On your last 17th birthday

Exactly where I sit all alone now, you see

Because you ain't gonna return to this place anyway

This place that had once been saturated

By your heady aroma, especially where

You sat, which now of late has started

Smelling like me because now I sit there

The February sunshine's golden ray

Highlights the date earmarked on my calender

The 26th of February, your birthday

And with watery eyes I wonder

Its use now and its importance as a special day

Because there is no you, in my real world anymore

But in my virtual world, in my heart you stay

Holding the same importance and will, forevermore

So maybe on the 26th, that special day

I will simply whisper to myself without much show

A very happy birthday in my own way, truly and well

And when my heart misses a beat or two, I'll know

You heard them because it's there now, where you dwell.

The February sunshine throws

Its divine light on the unfulfilled promises

That you made to me and the vows

That I made, which now lie in ashes

The guilt deep inside my bosom

Shames me every second, of everyday

It harbors the bud of sin that will blossom (I know)

Into a much more sinful flower if kept this way

The early ray of February sunshine

Breaks the peach dawn to illuminate

The prism of a lost love, of yours and mine

Splitting the pent up emotions that radiate

Through its opposite surface in a rainbow hue

Had I ever known I would miss you so bad, Ishan

I swear to the heavens, I wouldn't have left you.