A cold snowy night. icicles form on a nearby street window from the remnants of last night’s cold showers. A cold and wet park bench is where I have made my temporary residence.
I glimpse at my phone to check the time, a quarter past two in the morning. I realize I have been sitting idle for almost two hours, a feat I previously thought impossible. I was never one to slow down and think, but here I find myself in such a life-defining situation.
I pray for catharsis so I can remove myself, just for a while, for this train-wreck I have caused. But it never came. And so I sit, wondering where did it all go so terribly wrong.
I relive each moment in our history, trying to solve this unsolvable puzzle. We used to be so jovial that it made people jealous, but we were also equally at war with each other. I hope you find what you’re looking for in this labyrinthian maze of life because I found mine and I know how much joy it can bring.
I am also familiar with the darkness it can bring once that is lost, so hold on to it for dear life
I sit here, trying to decipher this encrypted mind of mine. But it’s key lies with you.
~Death leaves a heartache no one can heal, love leaves a memory no one can steal.~
There are many things that I would die for in this World. You are the only thing that I would live for.
You make living the easiest thing to do, it is so effortless, so extraordinarily simple. I often stare at the pink skies questioning the existence of everything, but the thought of questioning your existence feels like an er that cannot be forgiven.
The important question here is, are you willing to do the same for me?
Are you willing to fully expose yourself to me? to be utterly vulnerable and not hide behind a facade with me? herein lies the nuance.
The underlying truth is, all this is not reciprocal. You are not willing to make the same claims as me, so why should I settle for someone who cannot live for me?
I cannot strip another of a chance to be my forever, that is a power I do not yet possess. But I can still unlock myself from these shackles I have put myself in. Shackles that represent the lengths I would go to spend my forever with the wrong person.
I free myself and continue on my journey to find my forever with nothing but the pink skies to guide me.
~I will find you. In the farthest corner, I will find you.~
I find myself lost most of the time. Lost in these stories that I make up in my own mind, stories about you and I living our forever.
I am looking at you while I write this. We’re under the stars on this cold night talking about our future together while the warmth of your body against mine makes me forget all my woes.
I stare at you while you look away. Engraining this moment deep in my memory. I wish I was the plenipotentiary of time himself so that I could live in this moment forever. But what is the point of a moment if it is not fleeting.
As we embrace underneath the constellations you tell me that I am your forever and beyond.
How I wish I could stop the sands of time from flowing. Time is the most torturous music that the planets make.
Do you have a 100 words for me, love? Because I have only 3.
~True love stories never have endings~
The heart. One of the most important organs in our body. Not only does it keep pumping blood into all of our organs, it also holds our most precious dreams and desires. But above all else, it holds our truest love.
There’s a saying in Hindi: “Dil Ki Baat, Kabhi Dil Me Nahi Rakhte.” which roughly means never keep what your heart truly desires to yourself.
Tell it to the World and scream it from the mountain tops, because then only will you be able to seize it with both hands.
I know they say if you want to make God laugh tell him your plans. But if you truly want something with unwavering desire, then God can only play witness.
Love is the best thing we as humans do, it is the only thing that transcends dimensions of space-time and is the true essence of living.
Worry not of what the World might think of your pursuit. As long as you stay true to your path, nothing can stop you from achieving greatness.
The space even beyond the stars awaits you, my dear.
~ you’ll never find peace of mind until you listen to your heart~
An essence of fairy dust is all that is left of my travels. It all started many moons ago and has allowed me to see where the Earth ends.
I made many friends during my path, friends who helped me defeat my inner foes and turn me into an honourable man, if only it was the same for Brutus.
These travels have left me with fond memories that I will cherish until my time on this Earth has ended, memories that will live on through my children and their children after that.
As Twilight’s last gleam shines over the horizon, I take my first steps into my old home. A place that has a legacy deep within its roots.
I turn around to see that my path has ended and I can now, finally, retire into my peaceful slumber with nothing but my cherished memories to keep me company.
A legacy, that is what my memories will turn into.
~Not all those who wander are lost.~
I made my way through the thick pricked forest with nothing but the Louisiana moon lighting the way and the stars as a map. I took a drink of moonshine to calm my nerves, I had miles to go before I sleep.
All I could think of was making it back to your Indigo eyes and lie down in your embrace. All I wanted was to get one more chance to make it right with you, another chance.
I can now see the rising sun and thankful that a new day has begun because how beautiful and rare it is even to exist. But is it existing without you?
I have one foot in the Ether with the other one firmly rooted to the ground. I would give up my seat in heaven if it meant I get to stay with you.
I am almost there, all I have to do is cross the Pontchartrain on this rainy day and I can finally drown my inner heathens and be back with you.
Our story has yet to be written.
~All the sweet winds, they blow across the South~
You remind me of a woman I once knew that I met during my travels of the sub-continent. Piercing ocean blue eyes that could not be lied to, and hair as beautiful as The Golden Temple.
She had great poise, a sort of poise that you only inherit and not learn. My memory of her is vague, but enough remains to recognize her. Enough remains to recognize that you are not her, but you are also her at the same time.
I feel like I am looking at a ghost of a woman I once loved, a ghost that has haunted my memories ever since I left Amritsar all those years ago.
My heart weeps for her and I cannot seem to console it. She touched my soul like no other before and in the end, I left her.
I vowed to go back for her…an empty promise I suppose, one of the many regrets I will take with me to the other side.
I have always longed to see her again and the gods brought me you.
~Ever has it been that love knows not its own depth until the hour of separation~