Sunday, January 13, 2013

There is a Golden Coin beneath your Pillow

The walk that heals. The tree that sings. The silence which speaks. And the tranquility that it brings.
Let us sit together for a moment in an universe where a moment lasts forever. Because, I feel that is how long we have known each other. The space between us will have the beauty of all the stolen moments. The silence will  be filled with the voices of our favorite song. With a beautiful future to look forward to, you will place your head on my shoulders and I will take your hand in mine. And we would revisit those old castles which you once dreamed of, whose ruins are still occupying some little corner of your heart. It will be time to unravel those knots and let the air breathe. It will be time when  I will kiss your deepest scars. When all is said, we will stand together beneath a solemn night and glow in the light of faraway stars. Without letting go of your hand even once.

I would like to listen to the stories you have not shared. When you walked on honest paths and you found pebbles beneath your feet.  When the space around you was so heavy, all you could hear was your own heart beat. The beautiful stories behind your beautiful sad poems. The color of rainbow before they were painted so. I want to see all the myriad expressions that a beautiful face can take. The stories of ache and fears and tears. We will pick those thorns and burn them one by one.  Until all you are left with are only flowers and their fragrances. 

With your heart lighter than air, we will write our Dreams on dry leaves. Dry leaves are lighter and they travel easily. But they are fragile and get easily blown away too. We will collect them all and keep them safe in between the pages of our favorite books. Among the stories of starry nights and cloudy skies, there will be dreams of rain and rainbows, waiting for us to been seen and realized. Our dreams of smiles sleeping happily among the laughter and tears of the book. 

But, till the time we touch our future, we have a lot of moments to steal. Beautiful things to discover and reveal.  A lot of walks to take on lonely streets with the lake on one side and a row of tall trees on the other. In harmony with shade and sunshine. Now and Always.

P.S - Title taken from this beautiful song from The Passenger called Golden Thread
         The photo taken on a beautiful evening in Plitvice National Park, Croatia. Dated - 12.11.2011

                                                                        - HAUSLE BULAND

6 comments:

  1. Heartfelt words here dear Kunal, beautiful writing which I so enjoyed and a lovely image too.
    xoxoxo ♡

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  2. It gave hope to my heavy heart..i could actually visualize your lines..beautiful

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