Bechara Sooraj - put all the efforts to see little smile on her wife's face but our Sandy's face enlighten by watching Bhabho's face.😕.
Why are you like a puzzle to me?
Just when I think
I've coordinated all the pieces
there is always appears to be one missing.
I never seems to interpret the logic
behind it. I've composed your borders,
separated all features. Twisting
my hands back and forward and every
which way, I find paths to make your
pieces fit in the frame I've develop of you.
Never coerce a piece into place. I've
learned that from the past. You unpeeled
before my eyes and gap of who you are
and were deformed. With no face value
your piece was lost in the labyrinth.
Colorless thru it may be it did
fill that empty void it once held, but
without the glory. It was unhappy moment.
Never again to be repeated. I'll never
make you do anything you don't want to do.
If it don't fit, don't mess with it.
It's true that I did play with your pieces
and fluxed them up. It was a challenge
to solve your mystery, even though
your image was imprinted on my wall.
But I'll never know why you hide
pieces of you. If only I had the
finale of finish. I think you
do this just to keep me guessing. Perhaps
you never want me to resolve your
mystery and keep playing with you.
Forever my jigsaw puzzle - Sandhya