Baby,
I’m dancing in the dark
With
you between my arms...
Bare
foot on grass, listening
To
our favorite song
When
you said you looked a mess
I
whispered underneath my breath
But
heard it, Darling
You
look perfect tonight.
Perfect, one of the strikingly alive
playlist from Ed Sheeran, was playing silently on my classic iPod as background
music that itself became the Cupid and Psyche’s story built within my own. I was
veering from one emotion to another thinking about the holy grail of my life… I
had been through, was going and to be gone. All of sudden, the favorite song of
us now, then reminds me of you, the dearest one, who once used to be mine. You,
my dear, are kind of like the background music of my life. But then, the
background music is changing .Being used less and very less of it these days.
Stopping by the thoughts of you, as
complex as stopping by woods on a snowy evening to where the rainbow ends, I
then lean into the wall of weirdness. The weirdness with the stories of our own
we encrypted. The dreamland, Disney world, the part of us happily lived ever, our
own world, just ours…we were building castle in air. Nevertheless, that was
indeed in our mind, the engine of our body, where I let you drive freely in a
state of free mind. Back to the time, she was a good driver. But then, she is
now the best one. Her drive now makes me feel “This is the last day of my life”.
I thought love was a stupid game. But a
very dashing erudite kind of girl came. She came. It was then beautiful poem, she became a poet. She did
love someone. And she became the same one. That someone is me, the poor guy who
ever waited to give her a lot of him, waited ever to lie beside her and watch
the sun comes up, play the favorite song with barefoot on grass and lots of
moments to be created like memories one can always go back to.
It was a complete incompleteness to introduce her ordinarily, as she appeared at this plot of the story. She was truly an angel, an angel for her watery blue eyes sensitively with brown in the middle and dark hair falling into them, pale features obscured by curls that danced in an ocean breeze. she blinked as my eyes adjusted to her with a romantic gesture. she was an angel that I barely can put into words, more than the most beautiful one what the great novelists ever describe the word "beautiful". Her gaze is charming. Eyes sparkle like gemstone, precious and beautiful.She is stunningly so perfect as if genetically engineered with a clasic demeanor.
The world of love seems to make you
happier than you’ve ever been, sadder than you’ve ever been, angrier that you’ve
ever been. It can at once elate and deflate you for same time. It’s hard to put
into words, it’s confusing. I’m confused and you are the architect of my
confusion.But you, too, shall be free from this
delusion, this world of sense, this law of change but still the world of poker
face.
“The best and most beautiful
thing in the worlds cannot be seen or even touched. They must be felt with
heart”-Helen keller
Still, I’m confused…
You hijacked my will,
And left me alone to suffer
I’m confused…
I was just so chivalrous to have
you,
Still you very magically flout
my consensus,
And scorn my romantic advances
I’m confused…
I made you the linchpin of the
trust and extol thee,
Still, you conjured up the humor
And scotch my faith
I’m confused…
I was catastrophically in love
with you,
Still, you eroded my spirits
beyond colossal debacle
I’m confused…
Are you a belabor coded? Type of
gal??
I’m confused,
And you are the architect of my
confusion.
No matter what happened, what
situation I had gone through, all I believe is that it was destined so this way
to be. Everything happens, happens for a reason and happens for the best. I’m
inured very much to this; just let things go on their own. All I want is you to
stay happy and wish nothing ever was regret.
We haven’t talk to each other in
while, but I want you to know that…I’ve been doing a lot of thinking lately. Millions
of thoughts over my mind, proceeding to and fro, disappearing and reappearing
again and again. And… I want you to know that, I miss you. Not, a regret what
happened. Or, I want to see you again. Just…I miss you.
It’s so strange for your words, you
told me…,
“I assumed you be my ocean,
And I swam across, all over.”
For this, it’s so strange. It’s so
strange to think that someone I knew so well, now a total stranger to me. Now,
loneliness has always been a friend of mine, that sometime I go entire days
without thinking about you. Most of time, I let myself forget. Because, it’s easier
all this way.
But then…something that very first reflects
in one’s mind captivates me within. I find something…a photo, a gift, the
stupid love notes we used to share and total of all, the full weight of what
have been the last crushes down on me. Into an illusion, then a part of me
wants to see you again, to hold you again, and to kiss you again.
How am I supposed to live without you all this
way?
But…all of
these feelings become empty thoughts. When I look back now, remembering love
isn’t always what it seems. It’s just so easy to forget. Just let it go. But,
this isn’t regret. We’ve reasons for ending up this; and most importantly, they
are as valid as ever.
This is all about learning something
new, weird though, to learn something new is timeless pleasure and a valuable reassure.
You
are always my tomorrow,
And
I am your yesterday.
This is the story of my life. The story of my
life is so humorous, hilarious, deliberately evasive, gorgeous and possibly so
enigmatic. It’s an anecdote, a secret account of incidents encrypted so
paradoxically.
My
story…,
I
began with an end,
For
a happy ending,
Much
as most of stories ends sadly.
What
an infortune,
The
story had a sad beginning,
Ended
up sadly.
The story of my life…
#kexploreland
-Kshitiz Kandel
The end…
