Monday, 16 June 2014

For Suns That Never Set

The moon, no longer, looks beautiful. Tonight, it just seems to leave a mark on the clear, sunken sky. The rustling leaves which earlier whispered sweet melodies now give forlorn tunes. I continue to walk down the familiar path but it seems to take me longer than usual. Am I walking in circles?

I try chasing the shadows. Amidst the hazy labyrinth, one image stands clear - an echo of laughter tears my misty eyes. The sound of a delightful cry draws up a smile on my lips. My flailing hands try to trap the figure but it just disappears;  yet another failed attempt by rusted strings to savour a blistered song.

I decide to take a walk on the beach. I pick a handful of sand and hope that one grain will be you. The grains of sand are simply misbehaving! Perhaps you are here, slipping through my fingers, yet again.

It starts to rain. I watch the drops fall down on me, slithering through the branches of the tree under which I stand. The droplets entice me into remembering you when you tickled and teased me, to finally dry into oblivion, yet again.

You loved collecting rocks and stones. As the rain stops, almost as suddenly as it had begun, I pick up an interesting looking pebble. You cannot escape me now! But my embrace is not returned. Happiness can indeed be unfair! I can see the creases, smiling faintly, not responding to me, yet again.

Floundering around the muddy road, I find myself in a maze of roses. No matter how hard I try, it isn't easy getting rid of the scent of our memories. Roses were my favourite flowers; and each time you got me a red rose, with the fragrance of the flower, I somehow associated your smell. I stare at the loveliest rose in the garden. It looks so inviting! I don't need to be gifted roses when I can pick them up  for myself! But alas! The pricking thorns of the flower just force me out, yet again.

Finally admitting defeat, I storm back home. But this time, I meet a gush of breeze, tripping over, resisting to smile. The freshness reeks of you! You have come here as well! I just grasp the air and inhale. With each deep breath, I place you in me, and fall in love with you, yet again.

12 comments:

  1. oh my..what a play of emotions and in such myriad ways! Such colours and layers to the same emotion..very well expressed, Divya!

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    1. Thank You, Uma! Coming from you, that means a lot :-)

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  2. Firstly, it is beautiful and awesome...!
    Secondly... it is very provoking!!!
    And lastly, I am provoked! Hope there is more coming....!!!

    Love ya!
    Mohini

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    1. I definitely hope to write more :-) What exactly provoked you, Mohini, though - I am curious to know!

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  3. Nostalgic... wistful... sentimental... On some days it does get to me too..... over someone or something. Nice piece, Divya!

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  4. How beautifull...I read it while it was drizzling right outside my window. I feel warm now!!

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    1. :-) :-) I know what that feels like!

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  5. I love the rains, and you've just reminded me again how beautiful they can be! Wonderfully expressed!

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  6. "With each deep breath, I place you in me, and fall in love with you, yet again."


    You write poetry in prose Divya. :)


    Jitu

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