Hmmm…
Memories etched beautifully in my mindscape, seductive and utterly irresistible. Inviting. Undeniable. Sensuously creeping up on me. Images that I couldn’t erase from sight? Wouldn’t? Words that refuse to fade away. Voices that haunt, soft and so warm. So lost. The spells I had used to conjure those dreams of yours are nowhere to be found. I have searched. I really have. I tried. I did. I wrote another spell… another potion was brewed… unsuccessfully.
Memories that are brilliantly bright otherwise compel me to let you go… A vast ocean beckons, waves lapping around your ankles, carrying you away. Why? She doesn’t miss your absence. I clutch my broken heart and grains of sand caress my hands. Isn’t it upsetting? It was beyond her control. Its beyond my control. The cup of tea is a reminder of you, she shuts her eyes. I try so hard to conjure your gorgeous face and all I can see is darkness – comforting, anonymous darkness. The little boy reminds me of you – he has your smile – honest! Oh so bloody honest!
The auto turns and I see you… and I miss you again. I miss you but not your absence, or is it the other way around? Did you really disappear? Did you? I can see myself in the tiny round mirror and I resort to staring at familiarity. The cold numbs me and I touch my nose with the un-surity of a little girl asked, “Beta, where is your nose?” I laugh at my own ridiculous analogy and rub my nose with my mitten-ed hand. I give Maa an informative 30 second call. She starts poking me demanding ek rupaiya. I stare at her face, she stares back mirroring my obvious curiousity. I tell her to pose for me…
That really didn’t work out… So here you go :)
Varun Cheemra said,
18 January 2007 at 9:51 pm
Somehow. Somehow you are able to tell a story without really telling it. I wish I could be as expressive. Multi-mood-al I think is what it is. Keep writing and watch the syntax. Lets call it constructive criticism. :)
I sense but I do not.
TS said,
19 January 2007 at 3:41 am
First thing I read. And now I’m going to be melancholic all day.
:(
Very well written though, needless to say.
Anonymous said,
20 January 2007 at 6:29 pm
A vast ocean beckons, waves lapping around your ankles..
and you are wearing what ?
ani
Jane Doe said,
27 January 2007 at 7:29 am
Varun: Syntax. Cheemra yeh syntax nahi pasand yaar!
And thank you, and I will still try…
TS: Hmmmmmmm… I hope your day wasn’t melancholic at all… thank you, again, needless to say.
Purely_Narcotic said,
22 September 2008 at 9:01 am
I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.
There’s something about this post- dreamy, melancholic, beautiful, delicate…
siropdevanille said,
22 September 2008 at 10:15 am
@Purely_Narcotic: :)
Wake me up with your touch, hush… for I dream
Let me wake up slowly… to you… and to reality
Thank you :)
sunsetter said,
28 January 2009 at 5:03 pm
Makes you wonder, can you lose something on purpose? If so, then isn’t the purpose itself is lost?
siropdevanille said,
28 January 2009 at 6:31 pm
One of those unsolved mysteries… Sadly, we’ll never know…