Monday, April 23, 2012

Or So It Would Seem...


Picture Taken at Taj Mahal, Agra.

You said you would understand me. I knew you would. I was afraid of being understood. I was never the one to say Sorry. I was wary of being forgiven. I was not afraid of crying. But of drying up my lake of grief very soon. What if some greater tragedy strikes? Though it is hard to imagine a greater one than the one which has already struck, but fate surprises the most cynical of us. And in strange ways. I keep inventing them in my mind. What if I am branded heartless then? But it doesn't make any difference now. I have been called heartless before. See? You hide the truth. You die slowly. You say the truth. You die instantly.

Since, you are here, probably for the last time, why don't you play that song. Yes, that one. It’s been on pause ever since you left. You just have to play it. One button and everything will come back to life. Or so it would seem to me.

The mirror of your eyes which I never looked into. The hurt which I never noticed. The hurt which it gave me when I needed it most. Envelopes waiting to be filled. With the unwritten words on the unwritten letters which were never posted. I never used the word. I was afraid of being heard. You always knew my punishment before I have thought of the crime I was never going to commit.

Won't you do it for the last time? For my sake? Yes. I know. But, I am asking you to summon every courage that it would take. After all, its one last time. I promise when the song ends everything will be back to as it was. Or so it would seem to you. Because I will not be here. As I was not there before.

You were the medicine for all the illnesses I never caught. Colorful vases half filled with water waited for all the colorful flowers I never brought. You were ready with the healing touch to soothe me of the scars caused by running all day which I didn't do in search of you. I was not tired. I wasn’t afraid of loosing you. I was afraid of being found.

And while the song plays in the background, why don't you come along? For a stroll. I promise we  will always walk in the direction away from the song. For your sake. Because, I can not hear the song anyway.  Or so it would seem to the rest of the world.

P.S - You might want to visit Aakriti's page to read the wonderful words penned by her after reading this humble post. Here is the Link - http://aakritimalik.blogspot.in/2012/04/at-seams.html
                                    
Happy Reading!              
                                         - HAUSLE BULAND

26 comments:

  1. Man ...what a nice piece...and after all this you say its nothing coming from real situation. Tell us dear...who is doing all these to you. The line "I was afraid of being found" is a killer. Keep writing. Need more like this to read daily... good stuff.

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    1. Dhanywad DJ :-)
      your every word of encouragement only fuels my desire to write more and more... :-)

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  2. For some unknown reason, this one made my heart ache. This was impossibly beautiful.

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    1. Thanks a lot Neha.. :-)
      I hope, it did not cause that much of an ache.. !

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  3. Somehow felt a bit sad on reading this... :(

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    1. Please dont be sad Ria..it was more of an imagination... :-)

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  4. huh! wat an unexpected write-up in an unexpected place! i am hopin it wud do adequate justice if i rolled it all up to say im mighty impressed! :D

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    1. Unexpected things happen..! :-P
      Thank you for reading..and I am glad that you liked it! :-)

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  5. something, everybody had felt same.

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  6. sadness personified.. why this happens I dont know ..
    why do people who love have to part ..

    Bikram's

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    1. Meeting and Parting are the ways of life. But the one who are meant to stay..stay :-)

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  7. There is nothing humble about this post dear Kunal, it is so beautifully written with heartfelt sadness that touched my heart. I think many of us can relate to your words, we have felt the same when confronted by the opportunities we have missed.
    Hugs
    xoxoxo ♡

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    1. Thanks Dianne. Your words always leave me with pleasure. The post wasn't meant to make anyone sad. I like writing something by imagining that I am at the center of it. The words just come by. :-)
      Thank for your time Dianne!

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  8. Loved the way you have penned down this.
    The way you blend irony and analogies so gently in poetic form is amazing!

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  9. Kunal, I think we are celebrating that level of relationship where we are one soul trapped in two bodies. Profound work!

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  10. Wow! How can you ever write like this..intense..

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  11. That's my case too........ It is unfair. "Everytime I am hurt, I just walk a step away, take a deep breath, and walk again,towards you. I try collecting those broken pieces everytime you are broken, hold you tight and make you smile. I just wonder.......why...."
    Your post made me write this

    Cheers,

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    1. Hey Tanvi..Dont be sad...The lines you wrote are so beautiful and I hope you get what you always hoped for and wanted... :-)

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  12. Am really at a loss or words or maybe have got a lot to say. Very intense. 'Colorful vases half filled with water waited for all the colorful flowers I never brought'. this line particularly caught my attention.

    sarah

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    1. Thank you Sarah...I am happy you liked it.. and thank you for your time :-)

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  13. Why you take long breaks in between, Kunal?

    www.sarusinghal.com

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