Disaster

You were a wonderful poet, better than me,
You wrote in couplets, and sometimes didn’t speak,
But I knew you, understood your magic,
It was something euphoric, splendid.

Elegant was your hand, as was your gaze,
Wow, it was just so suave,
You were grand, all was fine,
Yes, all was fine, before I lied.

I was confused, I was unknowing,
I didn’t mean it, I know it’s hard for you to believe,
Aha, but then, you are a master,
I know you can see though, but I didn’t foresee a disaster.

Disaster, this is in essence, because something had been built,
Since years, so gently nourished,
And when something like that falls, it is disaster,
Something that pricks, forever.

Something that grew, so naturally,
Something that blossomed, effortlessly,
Something that didn’t depend on sunshine,
Something just so sublime.

Aha, it’s disaster, but it’s not a storm,
Nor an earthquake, it has no form,
But all I know is that it’s a disaster,
Rocking, tearing and sinister.

It’s disaster when all is gone,
It’s disaster when life changes form,
It’s disaster, it’s destroying,
It’s disaster, eating.

After the storm, comes the lull,
Without you, life is dull,
Disaster reoccurs every day,
Ever since the second, I betrayed.

12:02 am, 11th January, 2010.