Inside I felt empty...
It felt little cold...
My dreams by now have turned so old...
Its left untouched,safe somewhere..
In my heart inside...
No one is there to follow me now...
And there is no one to guide... ... ...

Tuesday, August 30, 2011

Awaiting the Darkest!


I

I wake up to the dark clouds…and say damn! Where is the darkest one?
I go off to sleep only to wake up to the darker shade…aahhh!! I guess
I like it better!
The darkest of them all whom I crave to meet…
Is still missing…the rude and dark and the one that
Welcomes thunder!
I am scared of the thunder!

And often I walk out of my door to that aimless street
I see every day when I wake up…
That aimless street that leads to some same old places…
Some same old faces…the faces with selfish frowns…
The ones that criticize my walk-talk and laughter…
Precisely, the street that leads to nowhere…

I wake up a day and I wish to see the darkest of the clouds…
The one still missing!

You may call me a sadist…a masochist…a pessimist!
I love the darkest cloud and I have my reasons…

II

And when the air touches my face…
I feel the kiss of my loved one on my cheeks…
My forehead and all over my face!
Ahh! The playful air whispers my name…
I believe it wants to say more…some message from the one
So far away…and tickles my neck and caresses my arms…
And right then a Bang! And another!
I wake up! I find the door that had been left un-leashed is fierce
Banging itself to the edges! Fierce not the un-leashed door…but…
Its fierce outside…the storm…a tree tears apart from its root..aah!
What a pain!

I am scared of the storm as much as I am comfortable with the soft breeze that
Kisses and touches my face…
But I wonder why I love the fierce storm!?!
That destructive thing that blows me away with each of his ‘in love’ gestures…
(May be coz I wait to be blown away to my “some place else”…away from this “nowhere”!)

He is insane…but I still walk out to embrace his insanity…
I can now feel his heart beat in the rhythm of my heart
…thud thud! thud thud! It goes on…
And I find his heart as much scared as my heart is…
And I find a ‘me’ so fragile is the reason????Mad????
He is scared of the love in him…his strength...he is scared he would blow so hard someday, and end up breaking me…huh…

III

How to let him know that I don’t fear being broken!
How to let him know it won’t be too easy a thing to break a broken thing!
How to let him know that in my heart I know that the comfortable breeze is but a gentler form of him…
That yet I appreciate his fierceness more than the gentle him…coz there remains huge self control…and this out of control fierce self of him is more real…and this heart loves the real him!
I have seen his naked heart! I have seen his naked heart…
Have seen the bloody blood…the fierce bloody blood…pump in and pump out of them…that seeks freedom…boundlessness! He have been loved in all his gentleness and criticized in his realness …when he couldn’t pretend anymore…
I have seen the aches when he tried and stretched out his hand to hold on to love and ended up shattering its existence because of his own fierce self! Until he ended up claustrophobic in pretention…
Oh! I see him surprised! Staring at me…undecided…dangling in between his pretentious self and the real one…
Oh! He is surprised to see a ‘fragile’ me scared and not…standing in front of the storm that has penetrated his soul long long ago…the storm that has become the Him in him!
Oh! I think I scared him again!

IV

I have seen many of the dark clouds…but the darkest one I crave to see is still missing!
No I believe I am not a sadist…a masochist…a pessimist!
They say “every dark cloud has a silver lining”…I believe…and I have seen the silver linings proving them correct!
But I am in search of my darkest cloud! I believe it would appear some day.
I believe I would have to wait a little longer…until it appears…until my ‘fierce love’ realizes how fearless I can be in love!
Until my ‘darkest cloud’ brings in with it, its ‘silver lining’!
The “brightest silver lining” from the darkest cloud!
For my darkened soul!
Ahh! I am waiting!

1 comment:

  1. Intense. Personal. Immensely personal..and brutal in its honesty. Loved it. Will leave with these words...
    If I wished upon a falling star
    When the world slumbered by
    And what I wished was what I'd wish
    And you would come walking by..
    Would I be dreaming, my love
    Or would it be my waking dream?

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