I see her through the silhouette,
As sunrise adores the eastern horizons.
I see her, the beaming daffodils,
Swaying under the cloudy sky,
I see her blinking,
The shimmering water,
Reflecting sun in my eye.
I ride the waves, those,
Going higher and high,
I love these metaphors,
Some implying delight.
I see her as the laughter,
The gleeful innocent child.
I invite her, now,
Hope, will you partner my life?
I see this catastrophe.
Nasty display of ego-play.
Mighty abode of insecure.
Craziness to demolish,
What comes in it’s way.
Do you call it maturity?
Does it come with age?
I see this,
Ya- this tragedy!
Oh! Us numbing away!
Chilling me to the bones.
Watching it all vaporize.
Once Again! Oh! Once Again!
Sometimes I scroll through my contact list,
Wanting to text or call…
Especially on the festival days,
Rakshabandhan and all…
I realize that there is so much to say…
And that, words would never be able to convey,
Causing this turmoil and pain,
Lot did I hide within me to appear sane.
As I think, I feel drowned in my own tears.
I remember those golden childhood years.
Those festivities, frolic and traditions,
My throat has a lump, I feel choked.
And…, I realize there isn’t much to say,
Anyways, words won’t be enough to convey…
The contact list is extensive,
And calls are free,
Time is imperative.
Life is ticking away.
I wait for the lump to clear.
Yes, I wait for some reasons to appear!
The network effectively connects, all our devices,
However, currently, the hearts are out of range!
Candle-light, flickers,
Dreams getting queerer,
down my spine, I shiver.
Yo! I’m the Ace of my game!
Oh yeah! Knocked out!
Is it all fairy dust?
Unreal? Surreal, is it?
Ignoring the elephant in room, are we?
Won’t we soon, any which ways find out?
Unveil the beauty of darkness,
Ignite her passion,
Love, colloquial expressions?
You intensified night’s desires,
Setting her soul on fire.
Ahh! Moon, you contrast and compliment!
Her surrender? Her delight!
Drowning her in your silver light!
I would have got all my answers
Only if your walls could talk.
My thoughts, my heart, I had shared,
What all I loved and what I feared,
Those parts I had let out,
With you my friend I could connect,
In those moments I wondered,
How fortunate I had got!
Then came crashing revelations,
Nothing ever is permanent,
Living in the head takes us nowhere,
Those nasty inner wars I fought.
Recovery from people takes a toll.
When to let go? When to hold on?
I would have got all my answers,
Only if your walls could talk!
I wish these walls could talk!
Love, this uninvited guest,
It’s the moon in the clouds,
The fragrant, scented candle,
Oblivious, humbly-proud,
Shying away in the corner,
This rhetoric, happy, dreamer!
Love, this innocent child,
Holding its dream eyed doll,
Wanting fairyland unicorns,
Ridding high on emotions,
Dweller in utopian existence,
Believer in forever, the sweet forever!
Oohh, if at all!
There is surely a distance between us.
I was wondering if it is in kilometers?
Or, is it an emotional barometer?
An aggregate nervous confession.
Few intriguing revelations.
This distance seems unmeasurable.
Prevails, several variables, multiple parameters.
Literally indefinable, inexplicable.
What a paradox!
How these 1200kms get surpassed,
Deep breaths, thumping hearts,
Leap across the physical dimensions.
Any expanse cannot keep them apart,
For those we love, live in our hearts!
Whatever will be, will be.
Dilemma or predictability?
We try to hold on, it slips,
Time, like the grains of sand,
From in-between the fingers,
Here we wait for the new dawn,
Struggling to recollect that forgotten song,
Would it be a lesson? These explorations?
Some self-discovery? Or reminiscence?
Will I identify my essence?
Before I rest in Thy presence?
Whatever will be, will be…
Story yet to unfold, future yet to reveal!
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