They say Love can’t be seen. They say Wrong. I have seen Love. He is very handsome. He looks like a Royalty.
They say Love is Blind. They are Wrong. Love is all seeing. It can see the smiles and the tears in my eyes without even really seeing me. It can see like a scanner right through me. Like I am made of glass. Love has keen eyes.
They say Love is Deaf and Dumb. They say Wrong. Love has the most delicious voice, and it speaks the most beautiful language. Love talks soothingly when I am sad, it laughs when I crack jokes. It hears loud and clear. It can hear the pain I am hiding, the mischief I did.
They say Love Can’t be Touched. They say Wrong. I have touched him. He has the silkiest skin and most tender touch.
They say Love isn’t Tangible. They are Wrong. Love can be felt in the heart, it can exist in the soul, it can reside in mind.
They say Love has no Fragrance. They say Wrong. Love smells like Damp Earth, like Petrichor. I have Sniffed him. He has the scent of First Rain, of Sandalwood, of Rajnigandha.
They say Love is Madness. They are Wrong. Love is wisest of them all. He has the Wisdom of an Old man, the Innocence of a Child and the Determination of Youth.
They say Love doesn’t know Right from Wrong. They are Wrong. Love knows it all. But he is too pure to Judge. He is too unconditional to favour the Rights and abandon the Wrongs. He Embraces both with equal Affection.
They say Love is Aimless. They say Wrong. Love shows the Path always. Love guides with Knowledge, Love Inspires with Passion, Love Leads when we are too scared to take a step forward.
They say Love Cages. They are Wrong. Love sets a Free. It gives Wings. It offers a new horizon for us to open our wings and fly high. Love releases our Fears. It breaks the chains stopping us from taking the Leap of Faith.
They say Love is Pain. They say Wrong. It ends all misery and ends all pain. It brings a calm and peace never felt before. It is the proof that one soul can live in two bodies.
What is Life without you, my Love
They have no flavour, the dry Nights
Don’t go, can’t do without you
Don’t go, I won’t find another
What is a Monsoon without you
Oh ! My Beloved, I call out to you
These pale nights won’t go by
Without you…..Moon isn’t Silver
Sun is just dust, Withered Trees
Moist eyes, teary eyes, distressed soul
Oh, listen to my soulmate
Always be in love/live in love
Oh pristine love, don’t ever wake up
Don’t ever let your feet touch the ground
If you ever look into my eyes
Your eyes tell me a story
Which, though never comes on your lips!
The day we parted ways
Neither of us shed any tears
But neither of us slept that night
The Shadow of Moonlight kept us up since then
You were my companion
You walked with me, but there was no Harmony
Through the Sunshine and the Shade, we walked
There was no Estrangement Yet
There was animosity, Indifference and anguish but,
There was everything, but there was no Infidelity
The Kohl you put in my eyes was too Rough to Bear
My eyes hold you in them, they can hold none else
Your eyes kept my song at the time of Parting
But that song was never sung aloud, never told
His memory followed me even when he moved on
It was after me even though I had pushed him away
It was tracing my footsteps through the barren lands
It was sneaking up on me from behind trees and rocks in those forests
It was lurking out at the most ungodly hours in the snow-capped mountain peaks
It was chasing me to the sand dunes; it waited near the oasis to quench his thirst
He was hunting me down like a deer caught in headlights
He was pursuing me through the deep dark caves under the Earth
He was tracking me down to the waterfalls of Niagara
He was walking down to my trail and reaching out to me as I break down, not letting me rise
He wanted me to be back, his memory not letting me find a hideaway
He wanted me somehow, his reminiscence making me trip every time I move on
His words coming back from the past to haunt me
His touch still spreading its arms, ambushing me unawares
I sat there and cried, wailed, shouted, threw stones at him, asking him to leave me alone. The wind blowing hard on my face, chilling me to the bone. My hair was scattered all around me as I gathered some loose strands and tucked them behind my ear. I Heard him then. His voice howled with the wind right in my ear as I closed my eyes. It was like he is sitting next to me, startled I opened my eyes and saw him, he was sitting right in front of me.
He just smiled, held my hand, looked into my eyes, and told me “I won’t leave you, I am here for life. You have left me, but I won’t leave you. My memory will chase you to the ends of this Earth. I will live inside you till the end of Time. You can’t hide from me; I will never let go. You know why? Because I live in each breath you take, I survive in your thoughts; I feed on your soul, I drink the blood of your heart, I get stronger with each tear you shed. I am here for a lifetime, remember the promise” he said with an ashen face as I looked transfixed into those mystical eyes.
“Yes”, I told him. I remember it; I remember the promise “we will live in each other, we will never be apart, nothing separates us but death”….. I said that to his memory as he smiled and vanished into a puff of smoke, drifting with fog. I buried my face in my knees, wrapping my hands around me, wanting to feel safe and secure, and repeated those words “nothing separates us but death, nothing separates us but death, nothing separates us but death”.
I removed the blades I wore in around my neck and held one to my wrist. My hands trembled, my breath caught in my throat, my heart beating hard like a drum, my mouth went dry and throat parched. His voice came in my ear “Do it”. I closed my eyes, steeled my heart, stopped breathing and drew the blade across my wrist. The blood splashed across the floor. The pain seared through me, scourging my being. And I saw you, your face in the blood that pooled around me. With every drop that flowed you drained from my body. It was getting quieter, peaceful, sleepy. What a relief to have exorcised you from my soul. I smiled in contentment before all thoughts left me and I slept in the lap of my free soul. Unburdened of the promise we made, I kept it, baby, I kept my promise love. Nothing separates us but Death.
Love is trying not to Disturb but ending up by spending all day with him/her
It is Childish
Love is not wantitng to hang up the Phone
It is Random
Love is the kiss before you sleep and after you wake up
It is Excitement
Love is the Sweet Nothings never told or said
It is Stupid
Love is Perfection in Imperfection
It is Acknowledgement
Love is missing him/her as soon as he/she leaves
It is Nostalgic
Love is passing by that open door because it’s not Time yet
It is Tolerance
Love is touching him/her from the top of head to tip of toe
It is Not having Inhibition
Love is never having to say “let’s make love” as you already know what he/she wants
It is Awareness
Love is chucking things at him/her when you are angry on Self
It is Venting
Love is knowing just what to say to turn a ordinary moment into mad laughter
It is Fun
Love is fearlessly saying “No” when you know what you want Precisely
It is Freedom
Love is not talking to each other and wanting him/her to talk first
It is Ego
Love is when you buy a blue Tshirt for him/her and he/she wears it even though he/she hates Blue
It is Pampering
Love is crying rivers because he/she couldn’t make it for your Birthday
It is Hurtful
Love is saying “Don’t you dare stop”
It is Craving
Love is the Trail of clothes you both made from Frontdoor to Bedroom
It is Desperation
Love if finding him/her the Prettiest or Handsomest
It is Focus
Love is knowing its late but ignoring the Clock
It is Recklessness
Love is wrapping your arms around him/her on the Bike on open road
It is Boldness
Love is staying up to watch him/her Sleep
It is Tenderness
Love is waking up to wake up from a dream of him/her and find him/her in your arms
It is Wistfulness
Love is having his/her razor next to your toothbrush
It is Adaptation
Love is both of you taking up just one third of a king size bed
It is Closeness
Love is exchanging house keys
It is Trust
Love is Dressing in the same mirror and blushing as you both look perfect together
It is Reflection
Love is letting him/her eat your French Fries
It is Sacrifice
Love is when you feel a little taller whenever he/her is praised
It is Proud
Love is Giving him/her a head massage when you both have headache
It is Selfless
Love is sniffing each other’s Perfume and Cologne
It is Longing
Love is being tired of Kissing and Hugging but still doing it cause you just can’t stop
It is Compulsion
Love is watching him/her as they dress
It is Tease
Love is enjoying the Silence together
It is Companionship
Love is wanting him/her to say your name over and over
It is Satisfaction
Love is telling each other “it’s all over” but knowing it can never be over and done
It is Powerful
Love is checking the salt in the dish and then keeping aside the larger portion for him/her
It is Surrender
Love is when you cry seeing him/her hurt and bleed
It is Painful
Love is fantasising of him/her in all Movies, Novels and Songs
It is Desire
Love is seeing him/her sick, down and low but kissing him/her more
It is Undying
Love is giving a standing Ovation when he/she performed drastically bad
It is Encouragement
Love is when she sips Coffee from his mug even though she hates Coffee
It is Sharing
Love is hugging him/her even when he/she is all dirty and sweaty and smelly
It is Insanity
Love is quietly doing his/her chores without letting him/her know
It is Caring
Love is forgetting worries and pains in each other’s arm
Love is being Home
All I have left of you, Is your Scent
Of all the sweet moments Spent
The fragrance that has infused my breath
This Essence of First Love, is coming off you
This chronology started the very same day
When you touched me for the very first time
The waves that were made in my naive heart
Are still making storms inside my presence
My heart has paid in full, Dreaming of you
Come, my Love, listen what it has to say
You have awakened those cold fires within me
Quench this strange thirst in my parched soul
The eyes will say it all to you, everything unsaid
Unspoken desire of my being are shimmering in them
You smile softly, making me go weak in my knees
My heartbeat is wavering with each breath
All I have left of you, Is your Scent
Of all the sweet moments Spent
The canopy of the Yellow Be Still Tree flowers was spread out over her as she lay under it with a book in her hand and a straw hat on her face. Her shoes were lying in a heap next to her, and the Yellow five petal flowers from the tree were strewn around her on the lush grass as she removed the hat and squinted her eyes to check the time on her wristwatch. It was a breezy afternoon, and the tree swayed in the wind like a lone dancer moving to a favourite rhythm. Frowning to see the time she sat up and looked up at the sunlight that filtered through the leaves and made a latticework pattern over her. Picking up a fallen bloom she sniffed it, no smell whatsoever. She twisted it between her thumb and forefinger like a Pinwheel, watching it’s petals blur as they spiralled. A smile played on her lips.
Her eyes were fixed on the book, she bent and picked it up. Flipping the pages of the Khaled Hosseini novel, she retrieved a small envelope from its leaves. She removed a folded letter from the envelope and opened it with care. The paper was delicate and seemed like it had been smoothed back after being crushed hard. She placed the letter on her knees and smoothened it out once more, lovingly she did it. The handwriting was slanting and curvy. The T’s and F’s were made exquisitely, and written with a fountain pen. She ran her hand on the paper and kissed the paper as if it were a Bible. Her fingers trembled as she held it up close to her eyes, she wanted to read it one more time, but her eyes, damn her eyes, why were they all blurry. She closed her eyes in desperation, and two fat tear drops fell on the letter, where the sender’s name was signed, making the ink run.
I Love you and will keep doing so. You will be a part of my soul, but you can’t be a part of my life. You know why You know I am not Infidel, you see I am bound. Of all the letters I have ever written you, this is toughest one. Never thought one day I will be writing it. Time has rusted our once Perfect relationship. You know how manyTiffs we had, how may reconciliations. When you find this letter, I would be gone, my bags are packed as I write this, I have emptied the drawers as well. I packed it all.
What I haven’t packed are all the rainy days with you, the nights wrapped with you. Some more stuff is there as well. One Autumn, some dried leaves from our garden. Get rid of them for me. One umbrella, with us two under it, I am taking half rain with me, but a damp shirt is still with you, send that. 16 full moon nights and few fake promises, some mock teasing, pack all. Just bury them all, cremate them all for me, I couldn’t muster that much courage.
My last goodbye for you. I Love You……
She was blinded with tears by the time she read his name, it was wet with her tears. She folded the letter and placed it back in the envelope and kept the envelope in the book before shutting the book close. While standing up she bent down to gather some Yellow Lucky Nut flowers, the tree had many names. They had both spent countless evenings under it. A smile played on her lips as she thought about the time she had told him she will eat its flowers and he had promised her that it will never be needed as he would never leave her. Walking up to the house she picked each flower one by one and ate its petals, one by one she ate them and by the time she was back inside her cottage all the flowers were gone. All the stuff he left behind needed to be buried, just like he told her to. It can go to the grave with her. After all, the tree had one more name, Suicide Tree.