Tuesday, April 26, 2011

You Are Beautiful


I don’t know why I think of you so much even now when you have gone so far away, when fate had decided long back that we wouldn’t be together. I remember you with every song that I hear, every breath I take and every sight I see – I still think that it would have been so lovely if you had been by my side. I whisper your name every other instant, with no particular purpose; it escapes me unconsciously just like the breath I take. I write blogs thinking of you. I even dance with you in the realms of my imagination. I still think of that. I think of your smile, your assuring voice, your gentle gaze and feel the warmth of your grasp as vividly as I had felt it the last time you ever held my hand. I still love you for the fact that you loved me beyond my famed eccentricities.

                                   

I am lost in the past. Do you even have a clue? The world would surely see me as a lunatic – a love-lost-lunatic steeped in a past that has withered away to obscurity - if not for the effectiveness with which I cloak this supposed insanity with my role as a writer. What do they know? I live on clutching the bag of priceless memories. 

I try to imagine how you would look now. But my imagination fails me miserably. My imagination, it appears, only aids the birth of the written word but not the sight of your face. It’s only memory that roars like a ferocious lion, sending imagination whimpering into a corner. Try how much ever, I see your face every time the way I saw it last.

Let me tell you about the biggest paradox of my life. The last time I saw you – it’s been so long; so long that a child practising counting with fingers would grow tired of counting. 13/09/2009..it was my birthday – that was all you were when you left me. Two years– that was all the time we had lived for as soul mates. And then, you just left – left me as simply as a tender dew that slips off a blade of grass just as it is meant to do in the large framework of destiny. Well, the paradox is that my dear, with every passing minute, the years have counted up, but you have only grown closer to me and have come so close that my words fail to describe. 

The truth is perhaps that you have dissolved within me as pure, unadulterated thoughts.
 And for no strange reason, I want to title this untitled piece 'You are Beautiful'---->(James Blunt).
 I don’t know what happened between us..I don’t know why all this happened..I don’t know why we got separated from each other..
                    
My mother would always tell me that whatever happens..it happens for our well being ..I am living my life with this thought only..
 I hope that someday U’ll prove my mother wrong...I’ll wait for U…till the sun falls from the sky..!




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5 comments:

  1. Loved this blog..i pity on that girl who left U..still..live happily..:)

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  2. deep emotions..melancholous feeling..thats LOVE.. :)

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  3. Nice one..looking forward for next one eagerly..

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  4. by readin this kind of msgs i can feel and even i can see my luv...... just bcs i luv her so much ever before<3

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