Monday, June 13, 2011
Wait.
Its a calm night. The moon is shining like a pearl in the dark sky, expanding itself over the vast Earth. As I make my bed and wait for you to come, I realize that I am more than nervous. I try to deviate my mind by cleaning up your desk. As I organize and re-organize the table, I notice that you have thrown the bathrobe carelessly on the chair. Your scent still lingers on the robe which lies muffled. I bring it closer to my chest and try to absorb the fragrance which has come to define you over the years. I fold it and keep it back in the washroom. As i move from one part if the room to the other, I feel better. You are present in every part of the house. In the pens with which you use to write, in the shirts which you wear, in the handkerchief which carries the fragrance of your sweat- I find you. Its comforting to create you around me when you aren't here. This room has you in it, no wait.. It has Us, our dreams, our tears, our laughter, our fights, our hugs, our kisses.. Your table is set. I want you to come soon and hold me tight. I so wish that time leaps and stops at the moment when you reach here. I do not want time to go on. I do not want it. Because, if it does, somebody is going to take you away. You do not know this but everyday, someone comes and says to me, "He is not coming back. He is dead. He is not alive." I do not believe them. How do they know that you aren't coming back? They didn't even meet you before you left. But you met me. And you did say, "Sweet, I will be back by the night. I am going to be back very soon." I trust you more than them. I know you will come. But please, come fast. I am alone. I am waiting for you. To come and tell these people that I have not gone mad. Its just Love. Something they haven't been able to realize. Because if they had, they would never say that you are dead.
Wait.
Its a calm night. The moon is shining like a pearl in the dark sky, expanding itself over the vast Earth. As I make my bed and wait for you to come, I realize that I am more than nervous. I try to deviate my mind by cleaning up your desk. As I organize and re-organize the table, I notice that you have thrown the bathrobe carelessly on the chair. Your scent still lingers on the robe which lies muffled. I bring it closer to my chest and try to absorb the fragrance which has come to define you over the years. I fold it and keep it back in the washroom. As i move from one part if the room to the other, I feel better. You are present in every part of the house. In the pens with which you use to write, in the shirts which you wear, in the handkerchief which carries the fragrance of your sweat- I find you. Its comforting to create you around me when you aren't here. This room has you in it, no wait.. It has Us, our dreams, our tears, our laughter, our fights, our hugs, our kisses.. Your table is set. I want you to come soon and hold me tight. I so wish that time leaps and stops at the moment when you reach here. I do not want time to go on. I do not want it. Because, if it does, somebody is going to take you away. You do not know this but everyday, someone comes and says to me, "He is not coming back. He is dead. He is not alive." I do not believe them. How do they know that you aren't coming back? They didn't even meet you before you left. But you met me. And you did say, "Sweet, I will be back by the night. I am going to be back very soon." I trust you more than them. I know you will come. But please, come fast. I am alone. I am waiting for you. To come and tell these people that I have not gone mad. Its just Love. Something they haven't been able to realize. Because if they had, they would never say that you are dead.
Yours.
The soft light of the morning is just perfect. I wake up and sit on the edge of the bed. I can see the rays of the sun dancing on the litttle pot that we have kept for the birds. It makes a beautiful net with the light, subtle and unseen waves in the still water. When I look at you, I can feel my heart filling with a familiar feeling of joy. You look so beautiful when you are asleep. Your lips look so pretty. The red in them becomes one with the light shade of your skin and nothing seems out of place. It all looks so perfect. It appears that your hair enjoy the softness of pillow.. spreading everywhere around your little head. The eyes.. yes, they are the most gorgeous part of your beautiful face. Each eyelash is separated from the other. The upper ones clasp the lower ones in a tight hug. They seem to imitate us. Thats how we sleep, don't we? I slowly move my hand across your hair and realize that your head is soft like that of ababy. I kiss your forehead very lightly. You move and reach for my waist. I know that you are awake. I know that you are just letting me enjoy your presence. I lie beside you. ANd put my head on your chest. Its the safest place in the World. The most comforting one. I can feel your hold tightning upon my waist. I close my eyes and fel unparralleled bliss.. something which I feel everyday. Before I know, You l kiss my forehead. I come closer to you. I hold you tightly. I prepare to fall asleep. Again. And be in your arms till... Eternity. Because thats where I belong. Because you are with whom I belong.
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