Memories remain
When all is said and done, memories remain, poignant and haunting. This lonely earth, the nights, the lush dreaming woods, and the suns and dragging rains become the prompts and platforms for dreams and hopes. Then we get back to our den, licking our wounds, dreading our bloody trails, yet memories remain. As for dreams, they are like drifting clouds, very few of them coalesce into precipitation. Most of them fade into nothingness, back to the place they came from, nothingness.
Carrying the huge burden of my spurned and looked down upon love, I stood at thy doorstep on a rainy sullen night, and thy window was ajar, thy door never opened.
I stand outside of thy garden, with tears in my eyes, and a polite smile on my lips, I am the wild lonely flower, apologetic and cringing, with a vague and cherished hope that before the day is done and I wilt and fall into oblivion, thou wouldst notice me, thy hair would carry and thy fingers would feel me, and if I am lucky I would be paced at thy altar. i wait for thee in the wilderness, like a lonely towering palm tree, waiting for they thunderbolt to let me loose into the music of eternity.
I seek a streak of recognition in the thousands of eyes on the move on the crowded streets. I look for a spark of recognition, a cool restoring smile of understanding.
We live, because we love! We overlook the asperities because we hope! We happily embrace the toxic thorns, we hug the piercing spokes, because love is a sweet pain, love is sacrifice. Life throbs, and wordless sounds and silences happen to have musical meanings. We understand even when nothing is spoken when feelings refuse to be vocal.
In the deep blush of predawn, the invisible ferryman paddled his lonely way, singing his wordless strains he inherited from his remote forefathers. They lingered just like the soft ripples he left behind.
Reh freedom of surrendering my freedom at the feet of my idol!
When you walked away, I found my life walking away with you. When you faded into my solemn memories, so did my little pleasures too.
Her fingers ran along the smooth cheeks, like a rare breath of breeze feeling its way along the still waters early in the morning.
There are no tomorrows, there are no yesterdays, only this moment exists with all its thorns and petals, fragrance and colours.
`Oh, fellow traveller, the night nears, where would we go amid the encircling gloom? Where else would I go other than a throbbing tender heart, where I would rather be its throb?'
Silently and silently, we will communicate, gently and gently we will veer away into the essential nothingness.
I have strong delusions to hold on and believe, to shed my burden and relieve, that you came down from the garden of stars, only to shed light into my fulsome obfuscated days, only to goad me into beautiful rays, only to show me the angelic ways.
When you walk away, transcending the frontiers of my dreamworld, do take away with you a pure and prayerful soul, in the moist palm of your soul. Like the first kiss of love, like the first sip of booze, life pulls on into the unknown.