A Confession!

Do you remember sweetheart!
On a cold winter night,
At midnight,
When I was going to sleep,
And you asked me to stay,
And asked,
Who the stranger was in a poem that I wrote?
Do you remember?

And I was sunk,
In a long silence,
Thinking you will get the answer,
Or look for the answer,
In my poems,
In my whispers,
In my tales,
My lips wanted to say, your ears wanted to hear.

And you were curious my sweetheart!
Like a cat,
You asked me so many questions,
Questions which had no answers,
Or questions which had all the answers,
In every line of the poem.
But why now?
Why do I see myself in the middle of a conflict?
Is this a realisation to know myself?
Or you?
Or both?

But sweetheart,
Didn't you feel what I felt?
A whisper,
A pulse,
A dream,
A craze,
Innocence,
If not,
Am I standing alone?
Like a forest of pain,
And you waiting for me,
Like a mountain of silence,
To say a single word,
Or a confession,
That the poem was for you!
If this can help,
My life is a poem dedicated to you.

( Farid Gul, London, 26 April, 2009 )