20 June 2012

It is uncommon knowledge that the famous phrase from Shakespeare's Romeo and Juliet, "Where art thou Romeo?" is actually a wrongly worded modification of the actual phrase, "Wherefore art thou Romeo?" which in truth means, "Why you, Romeo?" This poem is based on that interpretation. I write from Juliet's point of view.

Men may come and men may go, But I linger forever. A lady by heart, a girl by age I shall look out into the sunset and endeavour. Not for thy lust or trust of a man's heart or loving words masked underneath. It is not love that pulls me in, Tis your laughter which you bequeath.

Sheep by soul, your mind be bold. And nature's hold is naught on your body. Spirit is free, your mind withholding. Close your eyes, my love, and seek your haven.

For someday I will forget that love carried you forth my way.. Romeo you look to me as you look to you.. But was it meant in some way as to see you?

Each time when darkness falls, a beam of light falls on you... As dramatic as thou life seems to seem, Our hands fit in as good as true.

Sometimes though, I look to the stars ask myself. "Why him? He starts me when I'm low, and I'm his desert to water as he starves to death in happiness. Sacrifice we all know someday but he gives it all, to make me smile someway. But why not someone else? Someone with yello golden hair, a man, a little bit more fair.. or maybe A boy just of age, A boy so, but a man in age!"

*Romeo, walks in the room , As Juliet writes her contemplation. And all that figures now, Is the colour of his eye and power of his fierce adoration She writes in haste...*

"There he walks in as innocent as a baby looking for his mother. I do not matter of being a mother for I am his all. Let him come, He is the tear from my eye a tear which wipes itself away. No word need be spoken, as he leans in on me, and I hold him.. As unsurfaced pains gaze forward into my heart. My actions as I stroke his head, now give me the answers the ones which years of dreaming hath fed.

You needn't be, and can be any man. But , "Wherefore Art Thou Romeo?" is what my mind spoke. My heart conveys to me, and I say now. In another time, You may not be here with me. But that will be a time, When time will witness this farce. Because that is what it will be. When you are not here beside me.

And in that dimension I know, my eye will be on the horizon. Searching for you my heart will be every second. Till I find you. The Sun and the Moon look into each other's eyes; and whisper unto the sun the moon does.

'My love, we be apart, we are the water and a cave. always touching but separated by nature. Someday I will hope we meet, and all of the world will pave the path of our feet. Coming together, it is no big feat. It is holding, That makes our love as sweet"

*And they hug and fall asleep, in each other's arms and dream. Of autumn paths, and cherry blossom lakes which morph into perfect snow flakes. Mermaids sing , "Each and every day, I look, into my eyes. It never seems to change but I'm sure those aren't mine.

Then I see the door, opening right behind me. And I can feel, that you are mine. I'm invisible in my own eyes, Yet can melt at your cry. So don't let me go,

I swear I'll never leave you.

Trust me till I know, that even in Death we stay close. When someday, one of us dies.

The other will shed tears of cleansing, Cleansing... As we wash away, our pain. I was the one who killed you, that one would say. And let it pain.. For in my dreams, my love... My soul searches for you, the most. where the skies are blue... I will see you once again...my love..

My feet take me, coast to coast, To find the place...I love the most! Where the fields are green.. To hold you once again.. My love...*

Act 1 Scene 10 ...The End...But the funny things about love stories is, even after death, they never end. They go on, as our hope does. Hope in keeping Romeo alive, sharing Juliet's pain as reality and preserving Juliet, with the sacred smile she represented.

P.S. Last two stanzas inspired by My Love by Westlife , my favourite song.

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