Lying beneath the wide spread sky and watching all stars capturing glimpse of my life spent both with beauty and nostalgia bring about the distance that I travel between being with you and being alone.
If I was the morning sky, she brought freshness and all exertion of the day fell down my skin in dew drops that she used to flick my face with.
If I was the victim of suffocation in worldly matters; she was the cool breeze giving a perfect escape by muttering about things that I kept wondering in her presence; those imaginary areas we travelled together and almost flying in air with arms wide open taking all the serenity and silent presence of I-don’t-know what but it was there; something that belongs to her magical world only but surely.
It was then I tossed her a companionship of life and time beyond our comprehension and she tossed me back things that she whips with her smile and they melt glaciers and peace the exuberant rivers.
But time flips within the luck lines marked in our hand. Glaciers they do melt but not with the heat of affection but with pronouncing weaknesses we develop with the time. Life is at rest but not with the beauty of her fairy land talks but with the harsh realities of life that nip down our happiness with some ugly events.
I realized how quickly I came out of her colorful world; not only made myself a somber inside- outide contended man but also made her look quite fidget most of the time. It was then I thought her radiant smile has gone away and I blamed time and when clueless accused her of losing charms.
How quickly I wrapped up things half heartedly that ultimately resulted in arguments every second of the day. I started feeling tired and fell down asleep quite quickly because love withered or hid in the closet or lost in the humidity.
Suddenly I realized she is sitting beside me asking question in her typical docile style and with blinking big eyes. “Could you marry someone else, once I am not alive?”
I laughed --- I laughed because I was addicted to her fairy tales too. I realized what I was missing so I started telling her a real time story: “Listen! I know we went through a hard time. But remember all the good times we catered climbing up the hill. I may not remain the same but inside my heart there lives a space that knows your language well. Sometimes it is not as glittering as it should be. Sometimes it’s just not easily comprehendible but …”
I realized she wasn’t taking interest in my real time story and she was gazing with her big eyes even yet. I sat their motionless and to break the ultimate silence I said:
“Imagine a world where a guy and a girl cross the land of beauty and joy together and something prick her foot quite badly and it started bleeding … Guy had to leave that place for a while to find best emergency remedy”.
She moved her hair a little from the forehead and smiled. A smile that is famous to bring charm back to the valley of tired looking people.
First morning ray removed the overwhelming darkness and then I realized, I passed this whole night dreaming with my eyes wide open, looking at starts knitting a fairy tale.
Lost love is here but my darling is away.
