-- Last Word --

It was an instantaneous reaction of the smoke filled clouds moving and capturing glimpse of lightly glowing moon. So I had my eyes erected straight where they go. I feel dizzy I admit; and upper half of my head is convincingly forcing me not to see ahead but what’s hidden in it is mildly meaningful. An ordeal.

 Finding pieces of you in dearth is something I enjoyed doing most of the time. So from interdependence I became dependent completely or partially don’t matter. I see hope in you; find lost faces in yours. And the time we collide I lose your wholesome in air or in the rush where I push people here and there to find you. So today is the last attempt to remove my inhibition. To feel this hope spreading through my veins.

Equation is very simple you had a genuine and an intriguing way to tell what reality is but my dear if it was an ocean of stars flowing one way; I would have converted whole regime. Picked one by one everything coming on my way and reverted it all on the other way just because I wanted you to feel it variedly every time and develop more logics till you had uncovered all the mysteries. But what I learnt in those years is priceless. 

Today I feel weak and my hair turned gray and also I realized that all my fallacies weren’t true as well…

But the sense of loss is no more there. It is converted into fragment pieces; something I enjoyed the most in hour where sadness supersedes. And when I am able to smile again I wrap them up and put them in the most beautiful area of the house I call home. Time never did us a part nor any conspiracy; it’s a mild sensation to make my life a little more happening with all pain and pleasures I got in this whole battle we fought and proudly declare as life.

Imagine what it would be if there was nothing to look forward to; no emotional fluctuations, no distress... how I had realized those feelings that human heart ever go through.

It ultimately made me more humane and emphatically sane.

In the gush of wind i smile aloud; In the dusty dry land i wipe my tears ...

So my last word to you is that this life it wasn’t possible --- next life there is still a hope. 

Good Bye - -

She knocked the door quite sheepishly and the way she stepped in was another heart breaker. She is worried and precipitating in heat of summers. She sits quietly over the couch and rubbing her hand as if she recently submerged herself in water and moving up in curves to feel life within.  

Life is strange ; it is strange because it has got all flavors and we are the toughest nuts who yell into pieces and seep down the floor to cash one beautiful moment out of everything and it doesn’t always disappoint us, it comes out with something as novice as her first smile of the day when sun spreads the shines.

This time it is a different situation and all my senses corresponding with each other to tell me it’s OK! Its OK we will help you move no matter how dingy is the road. But I hardly learn t to trust them. In fact trust anyone.

She looked up to tell us that in few hours she will be leaving and just last catharsis… last regrets as she spoke about them lightly… so lightly that I at least couldn’t hear .Because whatever she said seemed so meaningless at that time.

Good bye is the toughest part of the whole conversation. It gets tougher when you see tears in their eyes. And I cursed the moment when tears were once termed as crocodile’s one. They come through the eyes when something pricks the heart and it gallops inside till your tears washes away the corrosion within.

I am in age to feel good bye, to say good bye. Dramatic as it may seem good bye leaves a last hope that we will meet again somewhere on the highway so randomly as if bushes spur the tree when rain comes over so uneven. But I can surely tell you; this verdict feigns. It leaves you hollow for countless days and then suddenly new passages unwind the way. Finally your senses help you get through it but good byes create a strange void; a gap that cannot be filled but only crossed.