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One fateful evening, on a rusted iron bench, I sat trapped in a plethora of raw emotions. Lost in thoughts against my conscious volition, I savoured the moment slipping by. In that one such lovely stroke of serendipity I encountered in an otherwise lonely journey, I recalled Shakespeare's quote Of a world being a stage and so was life for mine. We are the actors of unknown roles. As I scan what's surrounding me, A range of emotions did I notice Through the lens wider than 180 degrees Some carried their hearts on their sleeves, Some hid their pain hopelessly clad in an awkward smile, while some beamed with happiness for the reasons I didn't know why. Some hid their fears behind their cold facade, others' longings were also felt. Among the crowd of people, I witnessed a couple engaging in playful skirmish for their choices of food. The look of annoyance on their faces Masking the love they have for each other While their action showed unspoken love. I captured eyes of regrets among the seniors Hidden in that subtle motion and the curves of their smile Reminiscing their once youthful past As they watch the ebullient children enquiring for the hundredth time I noticed that no matter how surreptitiously we try to evade, our body cannot seem to lie Even when our hearts want to bury it from your eyes. But sadly many didn't seem to care As life began to reel under material worth, Our emotions began to get sidetracked Where Love and hatred became one entity. When all that matters is just a little attention We can give to what lies Infront of us To unravel the nuances of life So as to see the world in a whole different light.
Pic credit: Vincent Van Gogh _________________________________________________
Glossary: Fainéant: lazy and dull Beldam: old woman Starlings: dark greyish coloured birds Jilted: Abandoned Sycamores: a tree specie found in Rome Nuance: a subtle difference in or in shade of meaning or sound
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You told me not to look for you because the moment I'll open my eyes , you will be gone to a place I can never find you in. You told me not to call you ever again for it would be too difficult to say goodbye when all you and I will do is talk through the night over things that don't matter at all. I was okay with whatever you said, whatever you decided but that doesn't mean I don't miss you any more. At nights I ache to hear the sound of your voice blending so well with my silence, a beautiful melody I can listen to over and over again. Pictures of you choke me up for I cannot feel the warmth of your skin against the palm of my hands, it now feels like you never existed and I have been imagining you all this while. I am so familiar with every nuances of your footsteps that when I hear someone walk like you do, my heart beats faster than it should and I turn each and every time, afraid to miss catching a glimpse of your face. I breathe thinking you are breathing too, if not next to me then at some corner of the world where people will throw themselves at you , trying their best to love you like I do but will they even come close ?
How could you even think I would move on when all you do is take me one step backwards to the day we were doomed to meet ?