Lilies bid adieu

9:30 p.m 27 February 2009

I thought I had tucked away my emotions after having spent my tears over the last few days. 

Ahem! I was wrong. 

The two men (read one of special significance) disappeared leaving me wondering, "where the hell" only to make an appearance with two choco cake. The 'one of special significance' with stalks of liliies carefully chosen to make a perfect pose of pink, white and green  with many yet to bloom.

He chose them saying "lilies define her", I was told. I was flattered. He wanted something which I could hold close and need I say I did hold them really close.

The day felt special. I was trying to collect the memories in all its details, unedited.

Perched in our balcony, the soiree soon brewed with madness with odd bolly tunes playing on his ipod.

Someone teasingly remarked, " She likes everything about you" which was met with, "I am just so likeable," giving way to peals and bursts.

Oh yes, I am for some odd reason very thrilled with the idea of an afternoon in the bar and he knows it.

Till we actually moved out it was 5:30 and I had to catch a flight towards midnight. I might have risked missing it in my high and happy state. Besides this one offered to tab the time for me.

So there we were three of us at the bar counter and beer came flowing and bonding to go with it. 

I wanted time to freeze as my gaze did suddenly taking note of little detail (under the garb of intent listening) - his hazel eyes, deep voice and taut muscles of his forearms. Errrrrrrrrrr! I was only listening to him and I just told you. Well like they say all good things do end and this did too with a warm hug and lingering longing.

I am falling in love with the 'likeable man".

I reached home with totally disconnected concerns - rush- rush, pack-pack-call the cab. Phew!

As I scurry through and ready to leave I turn around and look at those lilies. I smile.

Lilies will be abloom when I get back.

Letter to the most loved

Dear 'S'

To start with I have moved on. But have I really?

You still remain the one I loved most intensely and honestly. I still remember January 11 when you said "What if 'we' get married?" My reponse may have been not so conencted with the question but yes deep down it was the happiest moment of my life.

You left to take up a job in another city and over the months that followed our relationship traveled more 'downs' with your emerging doubts and more 'ups' with my gut to hold on and make things work. Time for me froze in those words you spoke and my dreams started weaving you and me together happily ever after.

I was willing to put all at stake all that I held on with my life - myself and all that made 'me'. Even started looking for options to move to the city with you. But apparently all of it was not enough to move you.

For the first time ever, I was willing and ready to give you the reins of my life. I let go of the guards that defined me. All my armours fell. Yes you made me feel like a woman. 

The 'boyish charm' of you swept me off my feet and staccato moments started becoming linear memories.

Your playing guitar on the phone sometimes your eagerness to sing your favorite numbers and also some on demand for hours together made my heart go out to you. Yes I was willing to nurture that child in you and more.

The first time we met did not seem like the first at all. There was something that decided the pace something I could not decipher.

Imagined you as the man in my life and it brought alive the dream and desire to have you around all my life as mine.

You were not here but you presence was vividly etched in all of me and my life. I was weaving a dream.

It was a beautiful dream only if you were dreaming the same with me we would have made it a living reality.

I am happy for you and your new life with another someone. 

Love you still the same. Love doesn't change but gets buried and rusts with time when sudden flashes turn it green and alive in the dream unlived.

Love always.

Yours

Frozen memories come calling

The raw emotions, as they are, weave the true feelings, as they say.

Tired leafing through some pages, I closed my eyes. My silent phone beeped, "As the day is coming closer I am getting nervous and don't know what to do or who to go to :(. Am scared to death"

Astounded.It took me a while to register who it was. As I do, closures for me means erasing all forms of links established including the number as the first step in the least.

But memory recalled anon as my ex's number who is 'tying the knot' this month. Hence "scared to death."

I have moved on but harbour no bitterness or hate at a human level.I respond of course with some words hoping would ease him. 

"Want to talk", flashed another on my screen.

He called pronto. For someone who rarely expresses I knew he really needed a friend to talk. We spoke and I tried giving him a little of what I understand of marriage, of companionship, that he should welcome the  significant other with openness, without dread of what it will be.

He wants me to come for his wedding which coincides with my work trip out of India. Well timed.Hmm.Then he requested if I could come for a little ceremony a day before the wedding. "It would mean a lot to me. Please come."

Ends with "You are special and will always be. Someone I respect as none else. If I could show it would be nothing less than kissing your feet." (I felt a little odd hearing this last line. Blame it on his happy state.)

I am blank really. Some flashes from past come alive like an album of memories, as snapshots -no longer a part of my present, but a thing of the past. 

Frozen moments come alive and freeze again. Yes I have moved on.

I bid adieu

Shutting myself to the past windows

I decide to move on

I close the door

To all that is left behind

I turn back

To take a last peek into

All that was

And all that was not

A catharsis

To bid a final adieu

To all that was never mine

Happiness in lease I lived

Castle that blew to the wind

And dreams buried alive

You are gone

You are gone...
And my world came crashing down

You were not there
to see the ashes of burnt dreams...

Love hurts and hurt it does

When you have given all to that one
who never realised what he lost...

That aches and writhes, only i feel
my heart cries, only i hear

A lone battle
i lost all, but nothing in you
for you were never there in this journey with me...

A blank canvas i want
to paint a dream again

I steal a moment,
from the life's closet

Running away into
the landscape beyond

Moments waft like smoke
from a long lit cigarrette
That remained clenched
between my fingers forever

Ah a long wait tis been
before i had a li'l steal from life

Citadel of joy
I create

On the debris of pain
A lease of life
Like a bird
It flies, it soars
with limitless flight

Forget the sorrow
as it lies in peace
'neath the debris of pain

why did u go away
leaving me with an
endless wait

a dream i thought
had come to reality

has become a chase again