Death makes for the perfect love story..
Nights after nights from the old leather jacketed journal, I sit by your portrait & read the kaleidoscopic story of our love, just to ensure the most exquisite memories of this lifetime are shielded from the rust of time. Years & years hence miles away from you & your memories, I narrate to you every moment spent together with the same rhapsody I had when I penned it all down unknowingly in the eternal pages of time..
Years hence, these are the words that define my existence dear ****** .
By dusk with every passing day the soothing white flame of moon flickering distinctly amidst the star knitted sky ignites my existence to ashes unless all that is left inside of me is you..... Unless all in my room but your portrait becomes blurry as tears held strongly back break the barrage to reveal themselves in isolation. Along with you, the comfort of bed is gone too dear ******, as lying down further excerbates the situation. The moment I try to duck under the quilt and emphatically close my eyes, duel begins between my mind & heart. Accompanied with logic & facts, the mind attacks the heart from every possible direction which in turn refuses to surrender...Fighting valiantly all alone till the advent of dawn, only for me to get up the following morning with bruises & cuts running to the depths of my soul. From the sheet now turned red which once was perfect white, I walk to my piano staggering along the way & recite to the keys all the rhymes of love that once I wanted to sing to you...those I will never be able to ...Yes my love I have heard the music cry.
A gazillion feelings hence will always be caged inside of me, for thee till eternity & beyond.
So what the path of love was gravelled & bitterly cold all along for me & so what only the Eclipse of your love shone on me. Strolling through heavenly meadows, atleast one of us got what they really wanted. So dear love, watching you from a distance, I am happy for you...yes I really am. Hence I will never tell you any of this.
Like I never told you, a girl broke up with a guy that very night when doctors diagonozed him with a terminal illness & were making calculations to ascertain his remaining share of time...When he was all alone thousands of miles away from her, his family & his friends in a distant land...When his eyes were desperately searching for a familiar face who could give him a tight hug and a false assurance that it's not all over yet...When his ears were longing for a comforting voice......
Yes his horizon is far near than he expected.... But least the sun is shining far & bright on hers...& So... He is just happy for her...
So long dear Z*****
Goodbye & Goodnight