Stealing
a glance from him, I peeped through the window. Sometimes windows hold their
own magic. It shows me my past and my desires, as if they are not windows
to the world but windows reflecting my own soul. Not all windows possess such a
charm, but the corner one catches my imagination. Some say that, living in past
ruins your present. But seeing the window, seeing through it my past, I see you
coming towards me closer and closer. It is for you that I go back down the
lane; it is for you that I retrace my steps and search, where did I actually
leave you?
The
other day when i was, as usual peeping through the window, I saw something else
coming my way. Externally, I was in a trance, but my true being knew it wasn’t
a trance but my long lost desire standing in front of me and asking- “Don’t you
remember me?”, I stepped out of the window and saw the world of my dreams, the
world of my love, the words caught my
breath and my heart started thumping hard. The excitement, the joy, the fear of
losing you, the pain of living without you, everything came at once. A smile
flashed on my face, nobody was aware of my new found love. It was like everybody
was staring the darkness and I staring the distant light. The light, the ray
which my love brought for me, the message that I will merge in the light soon,
the message that we will be one once forever brought unseen tears in my eyes. It
lasted for a moment but cherished for life.
The
moment of joy, it brought me back to my place. The window now stood as an
object in front of me and I once again was drowned in the deep pits of misery. You
stood far away, reminding me of my dream, of my aim, relinquishing the thirst
for you in me, reminding me that I am your soul mate and above all, reminding
me that I’ll have you, for sure.
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Here i am again with my scribbles. This time it is somewhat inspired, somewhat true to the core (more truer). Would like to mention here, CJ whose post "inspired" me (http://words-that-matter.blogspot.in/2012/07/ill-have-you.html).
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Here i am again with my scribbles. This time it is somewhat inspired, somewhat true to the core (more truer). Would like to mention here, CJ whose post "inspired" me (http://words-that-matter.blogspot.in/2012/07/ill-have-you.html).
