When I Speak Of You Poem by Rutvi Padhy

When I speak of you, there's always so little to tell. But I knew that, of course. That it'd be a hide and seek. That I'd always be looking out for words and words, they'd be looking for you. You see, they were scheming. To capture you, to lock you up in the castle that I was. But you were too beautiful. Always too beautiful to be captured by them. Too free. Too wild, like the wind. And they warned me, they did. That winds, one day, would turn into storms.

And I was a castle, the most magnificent of them all.

And you happened to me. You happened to me everyday, everywhere, in every way. You'd run into my walls, sneak in through the window upstairs. Leave, so inconspicuously, by the yard door. And you'd steal, you thief! You'd steal little bits of me every time. Little more of those little bits and then, one day, you stole me all. I was a castle, the most magnificent of them all! But you happened to me, you happened to me everyday, everywhere, in every way.

Words, they toiled like men. Made me who I am. And I, I was made up of stones. But you, you of course, were the wind turned storm. And now, all that is left is ruins. They say. But I knew that. Of course. That I have only stood so long, to fall for you, my love. And then, it is easier for dust to fly, much easier than stones anyway. And so, I was a castle. You were my storm. And it was an honour, indeed. To be ruined by you...