S Kat

A bright sunny day it was and my thoughts were as gay as the warm weather

That was the first time I laid my eyes on the unprepossessing minuscule kat

Uneven body and protruding belly, all melded beneath the sun kissed pelt

A gleaming collar revealing an affluent life encircled its scrawny neck

We crossed paths, formal and courteous we were before I walked on

To and fro - it shadowed me and I for one couldn’t understand why

Dissecting its every move, I then saw more than the eyes could meet

A warm smile that filled my heart with glee, chivalry that won my approval

Innocent eyes that charmed and enthralled me, it awed me with its wit and humor

I was glued to it as it was to me, and soon my life revolved round this kat

We went fishing on a silver boat that glowed like a full moon on black magic nights

We dined on heavenly cuisine, which even the gods were tempted to wildly indulge

With a mediocre voice it sang to me, while I daydreamed about a song that did not exist

With awkward moves it danced with me, while I grooved to a melody that did not exist. 
It cooked for me just like Papa did, drawing parallels that should never have been

What was so irresistible that drew me closer and closer to it every passing day

Was it a fresh habit that had become old, and hence difficult to get freed from

Was it a new acquired addiction that tranquilized me compelling me to succumb

The day I had my answer, it left me- no emotions visible in those cold eyes

The mind never failed to play tricks- always questioning and poking around

A camouflage that peeled off a little too late of which I did not have a faintest doubt

Catching me off-guard, it knocked me off my feet and took me forever to get back up

Had I not seen signs- yes scrutinizing at first and then guiltily discarding them as trivial

A void and nothingness seeped in crawling and filling every inch of me with darkness

Was it a figment of imagination- promises made and valuable words proffered

Nonetheless life is the same as was on those bright days with weather so warm and gay

Fishing on black magic nights still glows with the illuminating silver moon high up

Songs still have the rhythm of treble and clef; dance still has the soul of a carefree child

But me- the past has dug a wound so deep; the present visualizes a lingering scar

And the future is envisioned with wiser eyes- open to mistakes but never to falter

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EC

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