Monday, 18 June 2012

The Letter

Although he knows there isn't any factual device to fathom his innermost feelings for her, he still seeks it and wants to grasp its ways. And one day he had let himself out to her in a letter, he wrote once….

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Dear , Do you remember our meetings, how difficult they used to be?
I know you now realise how oblivious you were to me.
I had let things go, wishing for your happiness and fulfilling my heart’s longing for you by focusing my selfish desires to be with you into perfection of unconditional love. There may come a time when we may no longer be able to talk, could look at each other’s eyes anymore, or even say ‘Hi’ to each other near the coffee machine.
Nevertheless, you know, there’s always someone who opens up the world for you and that moment offers a sense of our own existence. For me that moment, that someone was you. You’ve existed in various forms for me, be it real or reverie. You had some magic that awakened a sluggish me.  You changed my life. You are the reason for whatever I am today.
You like Music, you had told me one time,
And because you like, several songs in my mind use to chime.
You give me some hope I can’t define. You make my day with your every call or message. Your wittiness encourages me to be childish. You are so beautiful in every way possible!
We understand each other, we see through each other’s eyes, and we do trust each other with our naughty secrets some times. I know you can’t stop laughing even when we are arguing. I know I make you feel beautiful. I know what you may not know about you.
Those conversations always searched for your reciprocation,
And my Love relentlessly thrived on an anticipated affirmation.
So you see, if I knew you were to choose between me and him, I would approve you to choose him, because if you really loved me there wouldn’t be a choice. Well! If you ask me, did you do anything wrong?
The answer is, “No, not at all! “ When the Time is wrong, what else can get further wrong?
I remember when I was shattered and my time was at stake,
That entire night in your eyes, I could see the rain-clouds awake.
I still don't think that we are an accident.  I think that we were brought together at that time in our lives for something very exceptional.  And I can't wait to explore what life has in store for us.
Thank you for entering my life and taking the same bus that evening  when we said “hi” without getting to see each other.
Do you remember those signs and that moment in bliss?
Would you sustain this distance or live your silent promise?
Love you always!
This was the only letter he wrote to her, but never posted it!!

"When God made them, benevolence was about to undo,
He’d keep them with him, but he realized they needed each other too."

There will always be that silent, serene space in his heart just for her and for everything that they have shared.

Wednesday, 6 June 2012

Awaiting a cosmic performance..and I know its on the way!

As I am writing this blog, my eyes are looking up expectantly at the sky for those dramatic effects that the pre-monsoon thunderstorms arrive with. Each year I desperately wait for the monsoon, perhaps because it connects with me at a very instinctual level. And I believe monsoon is the only season that we really wait for.

Rain brings us respite as soon as the harsh heat melts into an outburst of wet joy. From my perspective, Rain is a cosmic performance proclaiming its love for the red earth. It’s an act of uninhibited superfluous towards the earth, who then mystically renovates into a completely drenched coherence with Mother Nature.
The rain encountered another rain in the clouds, and the showers led to shivers;
The trees swung in each other’s arms, and some chirping across the rivers.
Just as Rain represents Life, it has also become an imperceptible lover. We find plenty of music enunciating the longing that rain arouses and makes us yearn for a sense of entirety. Getting drenched in the rain is an act of loving rendezvous with Life. This fills me with nostalgia. And even as I attempt to capture the rains rhetorical feat, there will always be remnants of some feelings that can never be expressed in real life.
I reminisce that moment, that touch, that joy, as the rain spells fade;
Once again I feel rainy, and can’t let go those memories we’ve made.
Rains are always inviting and rejuvenate you with their every drop and every ounce of its potential is a promise of fruitfulness. Evidently, a decent monsoon is vital to our sense of well-being and drives our confidence about the instant future.
We are still smitten with the idea of the rain, we still look longingly at darkening clouds, but we get quickly satiated with the reality of rain. It gets too wet and full of mud, too inconvenient to walk on the road, it spoils our clothes, it blocks the roads, brakes the traffic and can bring metros to a standstill. Nevertheless, I would always love and look forward for rains no matter how much inconvenience they bring.
Last time the fading Rain said,” I’ll always see you in my every droplet”;
The mind then belonged to those raindrops and that promise I can never forget.
Our love for Nature is drying out and to bring us back to our agrarian roots, look who’s on its way!
“The Rains”
Welcome Monsoon with gratitude.

This monsoon, see if you remember me!

While you’re gazing the showers through the window and suddenly as it gets stormy;
See if you remember me!
When you stretch your hands and feel the raindrops drip from the tree; See if you remember me!
Lest you don’t feel anything, hit the shore and as you set yourself free; See if you remember me!
While your feet sinks in the waters and the sand slides under the sea; See if you remember me!
On the way home, before you turn back to see that esplanade empty; See if you remember me!
Embracing the raindrops utterly drenched, as soon as you feel that spree; See if you remember me!
Come home back to the same window, and whilst the wait for your hubby; See if you remember me!
Answer the doorbell, there he is, and the minute you see him glee; See if you remember me!
Take his umbrella and when you think of making some coffee; See if you remember me!
By now you’ll feel like listening to soft music and once he turns on the TV; See if you remember me!
Amid the thundering, he gives you a hug and after you agree; See if you remember me!
As you rest beside him and listen to the rain, in that first thought namely; See if you remember me!
In this upcoming monsoon, at least one day coincidentally; See if you remember me!