A few years back
I had asked him
if he believed in love
he snorted and asked
if smoke stood still
if there was an immortal rose
if there was a rainbow eternal
if life was a fairy tale
Today I met him again
now he has met her
so I asked again the same riddle
he smiled and replied
there is no grey smoke any more
but only carefree cream clouds
kicking away the greys
he had seen the immortal rose
blossoming and bewitching
all that caught even its glimpse
there must be an eternal rainbow
that had dyed his bleak life
with its reds and pinks
and there are fairy tales, obviously
because they walk with us
and live their stories
It was all her
the kicking carefree cloud
the blossoming bewitching rose
the rainbow with its hues
she is the fairy and her smile is magic
she is the morning dew and the last lullaby
Then he asked me
if I too believed
in the power within us
I snorted and laughed
but maybe, he too has to
wait a few years