Thursday, November 03, 2011

STUCK IN A STATE OF LIMBO, MY OWN PURGATORY, BURNING IN THIS INFERNO; FOR I AM DAMNED IN THIS INFERNAL PLOT OF LIFE!

It’s been months since I last saw you, or saw you so much as smile… months and the world hasn’t moved an inch… even when it has tried to, something holds it back…
I look around and see some happy faces, some sad ones, and yet the only face I look for every where is your’s. Not seeing you in so long makes everything incomplete… Something is forever missing…
When I drive through this city, I forever look for your car - so that if nothing else I catch a glimpse of you… So often I think maybe I should call just so that I can hear your voice… Sometimes I wish I had the guts to stand all night long outside your door, just to be able to see you step out sometime in the morning… Even if it means you’ll kill me…
Your scent still lingers on in my mind and when there’s nothing I can do to remove it from there… Everything I smell I try and catch your scent somewhere in there …
The mystery in your eyes, the half crooked smile when I did something stupid or amusing and that laughter that was like music to my ears - all are missing and I feel, as if life is missing…
While I talk to the world and I spend my time with them, I am not there… I’m with you even though you are not there… You are this parallel track that runs in my mind at all waking hours and each minute I sleep.
I know I was a no one; someone easily forgotten and deleted; but for me you are not the same… I have so many conversations with you in my mind that at times I am amazed if I am even sane anymore…
Each person I meet I look for your reflection in them, something that might ease the pain of not having you here anymore…
When I look at my hands, I can only think of those brief moments - when I held yours, touching your soft skin, your hair, your face… I live in those brief memories of 6 months and it seems eternity was spent in that tiny duration…
Whether in a group or all alone, I cannot stop you from being there… you’re there, you are everywhere… everything is incomplete without you ….
I cannot enjoy cooking anymore… Whenever I cook, I cannot help but think off you…
I cannot laugh anymore because the thought of me making you laugh comes to my mind and how much I miss that laughter…
People say I should hate you; but I cannot (not that I make an effort too).
In return I hate my house because it is so incomplete without you; I hate holidays because all I looked forward too was spending some time with you on that day…
I started sleeping on your side of the bed so that maybe I’d miss you less, but that doesn’t happen either…
Nothing I do – meeting people, keeping myself busy, working harder etc etc stops you from being there in my head… there’s nothing I am able to do to get you out of my system….
As if time has stopped and I am stuck at that point when I met you… I cannot sleep much anymore; for it isn’t the restful sleep I had when you came… there isn’t the peace I felt when you were sleeping next to me, 3 feet away but here and I knew I was safe…
I look at my phone a 100 times a day hoping to see some message or some call from you…
I check my email all the time hoping to hear a word from you but nothing…
Each night I sleep thinking I will wake up in the morning and maybe just maybe things will change and you will be here or may be the pain will go… and every morning I wake up with the realization that you are not coming back…
Stuck In A State Of Limbo, My Own Purgatory, Burning In This Inferno; For I Am Damned In This Infernal Plot Of Life!

Saturday, June 18, 2011

People and their insecurities very often scare me.

People and their insecurities very often scare me. 
Why would you be uncomfortable if saw a loved one happy with someone, being taken care of, loved and pampered? How can it bother you or upset you to see them laugh and their eyes twinkle with knowledge that they are royalty? 

What would you want to question that equation, as long as you’re not getting hurt and neither are the other two people?
What is it in that relationship that bothers you? Is it the comfort and the acceptance that it is just for those few moments that are they have together? 

Or is it because you know its short lived and hence it may not be worth the effort that either one puts in? Why do you care if it conforms to your understanding of friendship or not? 
Love in any form cannot be contained within parameters laid. We make our own choices how to love someone and how much. Each one makes their choice, sometimes knowingly and many a times without the knowledge that you can love this one more person... 

So often it is that we know, the way we love a certain person, they will not ever and yet we chose to love them, because it isn’t in our hands. Then the choice you are left with is how much you want to give to that unrequited love.

Why would it concern, let alone bother anyone how much you invest in your relationship with someone. If I do hundred things for someone, I know that more than anything else I get in return it is that smile and I get to see those eyes twinkle with mischief, knowing that I will get bullied into agreeing to anything. 

While I know there nothing more than those few hours and days that I will get in my life, I also know that I have a life to live in which I shall not have the regret that I did not do all that I wanted to for that person. How can this bother someone else? How does it matter to them, if those small gestures are between us? Why do they have to mean anything to anyone? They could also mean nothing, but just small signs of gentle affection.

Every friend in my life has a different place and there have always been certain gestures reserved for each. While some can bully and order me, I am over protective about some and with some I am the child and with some I am the protector... but each one has a place of their own. 

Four years, two deaths and I have learnt to tell each of my friends what they mean to me, then why this questioning of why I would behave in a certain way with a certain person and not you. 

There are a millions things I would do for you and not for them. And all I expect in return from you and them is to know that you know I love you for a tomorrow may come when I might not be able to say it and then I don’t want to live or die with the regret that I never let you or them know that. 

I know I bring some amount of happiness in her life. Being her jester, the donkey, whose sole aim in life is to spoil her. 

So why would it matter and bother anyone, when even if it is for a few fleeting moments that I bring a smile on her face. How can that be wrong, when I am not asking for or expecting anything in return save for that smile. 

The joy of seeing someone you love happy because of something you did is priceless and I do not understand how it can bother anyone. Every person in the world deserves to feel loved and special and what is wrong if I make someone feel that way? Each individual has the right to feel that there’s this one person who loves them unconditionally and without any expectation and whose every effort is to make them smile. 

How can it bother another person, especially when it is someone you claim to love yourself? Why can you not let two people just those few stolen moments?


Keep your insecurities to yourself and let each one live!

Sunday, March 20, 2011

The Opening to my book, whenever I manage to write it!

Ever so often I pick up a pen and look for a paper, thinking may be today I will be able to write to you or may be, just about you.
And with each attempt I realize it isn’t possible for I sometimes feel I say too much and sometimes I feel I haven’t said enough. There is so much within me that I would like to say to you and yet the words never seem enough. 
And, so I turn to the words of others to describe what I feel for you and even then their words seem incomplete, as if nothing and no else’s words except my own can describe what I feel. I know that this sounds crazy and incoherent.


So that is why today I attempt to write once again. 
As clichéd as it may it sound, every waking moment I am thinking of you. You’re in my mind the whole time and not a moment goes by without you in my thoughts. 
I have told you several times before and I shall say it again. I fell in love with you, the minute you walked in through that door. I knew I was gone, the minute I laid my eyes on you and it was your very eyes that captivated me from the second I saw you. 
There’s this world hidden within them, a world I would love to be a part off!
While the day goes by with you in my head, the night is the toughest. It is then that I miss you the most. It is then that you not being here hits me hard.  
Every second in bed, as I lie awake, I am in anguish, for all I think about is of how nice it would be to have you here with me, to hold you and smell your scent. 
It would be paradise to fall off to sleep holding on to you, caressing your soft skin and feeling your sweet smelling breath next to me. 
And then, I think of how nice it would be to wake up in the morning, find you still here, next to me and be able to watch you, sleep. How wonderful it would be feel to see your face when you could wake up, look at me and smile, just once in a while. 
I would love it, if I could come back home everyday to the thought of coming to you. I would be happy if I could do my favourite things for you. 
I would love to spend a lazy day at home with you, lazing around the house, serving you hand and foot like royalty... lying in bed watching television with my nose buried in your hair, smelling your scent, that scent of yours which drives me insane.  I would love to lie down with my head in your shoulder and just read, while you talk, do whatever you want to or sit silently. 
I would love to wait for you when you want your space and wouldn’t want me around. I can just imagine myself fall off to sleep waiting for you and then wake up in the middle of the night and find you sleeping next to me. 
It would be nice to know at the end of a day you would like to talk to me and tell me some of the things that go on in your mind. 
As I spend more time with you, I realise how perfect to me you seem, not only because you are perfect, because you are everything I ever wanted and yet I know I cannot have you.
From that first evening that we met, I felt as if this is going to be someone who will be around in my life forever, in whatever way possible. As we meet and as we talk more, I realise how thankful I am to God to have sent you in my life. 
You reaffirm my faith in innocence that might still exist in the world. You give me the hope that all is still not lost and there hope still. I never knew I had such a gentle side to me as I have with you around. 
I had suspected that someone might just be able to bring out that dormant aspect of my personality someday which lies hidden under the years of heart break and inability to trust life and people. 
You make me hopeful. You have made me into a romantic. You make me feel alive!
Each time I look at you, my heart skips a beat and my breath stops. I cannot breathe, for the joy of seeing you make the blood rush to my head. When I hug you for that brief second, your scent numbs my brain and my instinct is not to let go off you because that may be the only way you would stay. 
Sometimes I feel I can write a book on all that that I feel for you. Your thought makes me smile and brings tears to my eyes - tears of joy. The joy of you coming into my life, the joy of smiling by the very thought of you, the joy of my heart stopping every time I think of you. Just the pure JOY you bring to my life and to me. 
Every second of knowing you exist and are there in my life makes me thank the divine powers for your existence. 
I look at your photographs and I cannot understand how someone could let go of you and look elsewhere, for I cannot stop looking at you. I would rather look at the real you around all the time, but I manage with the images of you that adorn my mind and heart - pictures of you smiling, laughing and of you sleeping next to me. 
After the first night that you were alone with me here, the way I looked at my house has changed. It suddenly became lonely and it became empty without you. 
There was something incomplete in my fortress. And, now all of a sudden I feel vulnerable, as if my soul lay bare to someone, that someone is you. 
While it scares me, it makes me happy too. 
When you are here, my house seems complete, it feels like a home and not just an apartment. You are that thing that has always been missing, leaving a sense of incompleteness in this haven of mine. 
Ever so often, I imagine how you would be around the house and what you would do in which corner. I sit out on the balcony and stare at the stars and the moon and think of how much you might enjoy the view from here, with or without me. 
Ever so often I imagine us out on the roof, sitting together in the quilt, sometimes talking and very often just sitting together in silence, not a spoken word to pierce through the silence, but the silence being our only voice and our only conversation. 
There are times I feel I could write a thousand pages to express what I feel, but I know that even those thousand pages with a million words will not be able to say everything I feel. Because you make me feel so many things at the same time... so many wonderful things. 
You flood my heart with emotions that I never knew I could feel and my mind with thought that I never knew I could think off.
You make me feel alive. You make me feel so good. 
Every day I pray that one day you find someone who makes you feel everything that you make me feel. And you would then know, what a wonderful feeling it is to be in love with someone. 
To enjoy just the pure blissful pleasure of being able to look at them and hear them talk, of hearing their breath next to you in the night and looking at them when you wake up. 
The joy of feeling that there is this one person you are so in love with that the world pales out. 
The joy of holding the hand of someone you want, even if it is for a few fleeting moments, like I have on those few occasions when I got to hold yours. 
The joy of running your hands through the hair of that certain someone; just as I feel every time I get that chance. 
The joy of just being able to kiss them, gently at first and then passionately; as if that may be last time you get to kiss them. 
The joy that everything and anything that the person does or says makes you feel. 

The joy of feeling wanted and the joy of wanting. 

You bring pure, untainted Joy into my life and yet I know this joy is short lived, for you cannot be mine. 
But, I want you to know that I am thankful that you came into my life. And, even though you can never be mine or be with me, you have given me something that will remain in me forever. 
I will be thankful for all my life for the few moments of bliss, delight and Joy that you have made me feel. I will love you forever and till the end. I will wait for I have a hope that may be, just maybe you will come someday and not leave. 
Even after writing over 1500 words and four pages, there is still so much within me that cannot be put into words. So I shall end this letter to you, my first and last love letter to you by saying just this much: 
I want you to remember just one thing - I love you with all my heart and soul. And, that I will forever.

Monday, January 24, 2011

An evening that changed me - A part of an incomplete story yet to be completed...

Can one single evening with this one person you love, probably the only evening you would ever have, change how you feel forever?

I think for me it did. One evening, a single night and a few hours of the morning with her have left this void within that I never felt I could feel. There is something that makes me feel incomplete without her. I have never wanted someone the way I want this girl. I have never enjoyed watching anyone sleep the way I enjoyed watching her sleep. 

When she left I felt as if something within me just left at that same minute. Something doesn’t feel right, something is incomplete… there is this sense of hollowness that I don’t know what to do about. May be it is passing, fleeting momentary emotion, but it is a strong emotion nonetheless. 

Even though I know she won’t come back, and there wasn’t much there for her to hold on too, but I cannot somehow resist hoping what if I am wrong, and I might wake up one morning to find her right there. 

She has taken over my heart, my mind and touched my soul in so short a period of time that even I can’t believe. She has left me like a ship wrecked sailor, on an island, unfamiliar safe, yet lonely. I never thought I could spend one evening with a person and when they would leave I would feel so empty and lonely. 

The words I keep one repeating is empty, hollow and lonely. One evening and life has changed. One woman and I am a wreck. I know myself well enough that I will be able to pull through this too; for I am Noor and no emotion linger within me long. 

But an evening and one person changed me forever!

Wednesday, August 25, 2010

Maybe tomorrow he would feel better and talk to her!

And then there were the Hours! Those never ending hours that eat you up from within slowly. In the dark, silent night, as the clock tick tocked, you lie awake for the Hours to pass and the day to start. But even then you know that there will be those Hours again and then another day will start and that this cycle will continue till the very end. And, whilst those hours go by and you sit there thinking all those odd thoughts, some that make you laugh, some that make you cry and all this while you wait for those irksome Hours to go by. It is with this thought that she sits on the bay window, looking out of the window as she sees the sky light up finally. The colour turning from black to midnight blue then to crimson to yellow and finally the clear blue. She can see that it’s going to be a clear day, sunny but not in a bad way and maybe she will be able to cross the day. May be he will be a little better today and maybe he will talk to her today. Sometimes she thinks she is as insane as people say that she is. Sometimes she feels that they are right about her, that “she isn’t all that there”! She feels the same too. She isn’t normal to love someone so deeply and yet so platonically. She sits back and thinks of the first time she saw him. Ah! Yes she remembers. They were all playing and right there sat this unknown man amongst all those people she knew. Something about him struck her, but she dismissed it without a thought. The beard and those deep dark eyes that seemed to have captured his soul within them. Those gentle, scared and yet scary eyes. He was reading a book, there sitting amongst strangers or so they seemed. She was talking on the phone , she was smoking and waiting to get on to the court when all of a sudden this stranger walked up to her and asked her if he could borrow a cigarette and somehow she just couldn’t say no. There was something about the way he asked. Something about him! Over the next few weeks they spoke and realised they could talk to each other without having to think twice. And, oh the conversations they would have! She felt in an odd way that she was attracted to this man even though she did not like men, but there was something about him. But it wasn’t the attraction that it should’ve been. She felt as if this was someone she wanted to take care off for ever, someone she wanted to love and cherish. He told her a few months later that he was sick and that the schizophrenia was not much he could control. Yes indeed he was conscious of what that meant and was scared that she too might turn her face away from him, just as many had after hearing of this. But somehow she wasn’t scared and she wasn’t disturbed by this declaration. She felt that urge that she had felt in the very beginning of their friendship return two folds stronger... The urge to take care of him and love him! He would often tell her what the voices said to him, but just the gist and she would never ask him questions for she felt it was invading on his privacy, privacy of the parallel world he lived in. No, she wouldn’t want to do that! That wasn’t the right thing to do. She was sure he would tell her what was important and she knew he did. Suddenly she breaks away from this thought of the story of him and looks at the time. Loudly she exclaims “Oh My! Its nearly 7, better get the coffee started and then I have to get ready too!” She lights up a cigarette and walks into the kitchen. While she puts on a fresh pot, her thought drifts to that day when for the first time she got a call about him. Sitting in office trying to wrap up for the day, she was all alone and her phone rang. It was the friend through whom they had met. He had tried to commit suicide. He had been saved but he had no one but her. She rushed to see him but he wouldn’t see her, for he was ashamed that in his fit to get away from the voices he had taken such a drastic step. She forced him to look at her just the way she had forced her way into that room, just the way she has forcibly made friends with him. She made him look at her and told him that it was ok. That it was alright. She wasn’t angry or hurt nor was she disappointed him even though her heart ached. She prayed from that moment on that when he makes the next attempt, he should succeed and his agony of living those Hours when the line between real an imaginary were blurred would end. She prayed in earnest letting go at that very moment her need to hold on to him forever. Maybe today he would feel better and talk to her. Oh she missed him every day and she missed his warm smile and the little excitement that she saw on his face each time she walked up to him. They loved each other like no other could, yet it wasn’t what many believed it to be. She was for him his Delhi where for her he was the only man she could truly love with her heart and yet not feel anything but platonic concern. She stubs her cigarette and walks up to her room, setting out her clothes for the day, she thinks about that time when he was coming after ages to Delhi and how she was waiting at the airport holding her breathe craving for the sight of him for she hadn’t seen him now in years because the doctors said he shouldn’t go and live in a lonely city like Delhi and she had let him go. Oh how she missed him! While she waited for him to come, she was so nervous. A nervousness she couldn’t believe she could’ve ever felt. And while she waited a fear started settling into her mind, maybe he imagined he was coming. What if he doesn’t! What if he just thought he was coming to Delhi and to see his Delhi, all the while she was waiting? And, when he walked out of the doors of the airport she had never felt as good as she felt at that time. He had never thought this tiny little thing would ever hug him that hard. She had started to cry in a mixture of relief and just pure joy of seeing him in front of her, in flesh and bone, hearing his voice. It was a sense of calm that she felt on seeing him there as if something in her life had been missing in all those years that he wasn’t there. As she pats herself dry, she looks at that little box by the side of her bed in which she keeps his letters, each one so carefully preserved for it might be the last one he might write to her ever. He writes beautifully. Oh yes he writes, not types. Those letters that describe everything to her that is happening to him, everything that feels and every sight that he sees, for she is the only one who will understand. Maybe today he would feel better and talk to her. She doesn’t call him often or write to him regularly, because she doesn’t want him to feel bound, but she hurts for him and misses him but she doesn’t want him to feel imprisoned by her concern. She thinks of all those moments that she has spent with him and she thinks of the simple joys of a good cup of coffee and a shared cigarette that they enjoyed together, without the worries of what the world has to say about them and what they feel. She feels perfect when she is with him, for in his eyes she is his Delhi and she is perfect. She does not fear judgement from him for he does not judge her for her decisions nor for her being who she is. He loves her truly for being the person she has been just as she loves him for being the man he is. But their loves for one another people do not understand. They call it many things yet they haven’t been able to decide what it should be termed as. While they are not lovers they are companions. With all this thought running in her head she heads to the kitchen to have a cup of coffee, picking up the phone she dials his number again, but cuts the call even before it connects. Let him call himsell she thinks! Maybe today he would feel better and talk to her. Something tells her he isn’t ok, for he would call or he would write. He hasn’t written to her in long and she misses his beautiful writing and his lovely words, full of awe and wonder. Through his eyes she always sees the beauty of everything he sees and yet he hasn’t written to her in long. She walks into her house at 8 in the night hoping he might have written to her, only to be dismayed by the lack of any letter. She thinks of calling but then doesn’t, she doesn’t want him to feel bound to her. Maybe tomorrow he would feel better and talk to her. And may be the Hours will not be that bad then!