What a Wonderful Caricature of Intimacy!

Come on! hurry up and see!
Look at what has become of me,
I just know you would be delighted
to see all my flaws highlighted.

I thought our minds were entwined so well,
that what I thought you would be able to tell,
I saw ourselves bond in a trust,
which would not be scarred even if words hurt.

So wrong I was! Was not I , dear?
I should not have abandoned suspicions and fears
But if so gullible, I had not been,
Such a terrible end I would have foreseen.

Still, I believe the beauty was there,
The gleeful laughter I had heard in years.
I friend, I thought, I had finally found
Enchanted by the spell of your words, so profound.

Our picture was painted with Picasso's brush,
Our friendship had the Midas touch.
Dear Friend, your betrayal took my happiness away,
I yearned your sight through a cold December, until a distant May.

At last you came,
Exclaimed though you did, but did not smile,
Words though I knew, I did not speak,
When you saw me as Life's exile.

Clad in a silken dress, red as blood,
You eye our faces through a sheet of glass,
Reminiscing those moments,
With a mind that thoughts are now to flood.

Fear not, dear
you will soon be here,
For ALMIGHTY ALLAH'S decisions are fair,
Now I am happy, come celebrate with me.

Here comes the artist,
Stand still, dear,
This might just take a moment,
So, loss of time, do not fear

Crowds of people, come to see,
They look at us and hoot and laugh gleefully,
Surely it deepens it deepens your ecstacy,
When they playfully remark:
' What a wonderful caricature of intimacy!'

We are a picture on a wall,
Found in an exhibition in a town very small,
Your ambition and vanity caged in frame,
There, there, why do you feel such shame?

Here is a dream which finally materialized,
A dreadful dream, you saw for me,
But we are together! And what are we?
A wonderful caricature of intimacy!