Her eyes held her words, the unspoken, misunderstood and interrupted.
At the end of the day, as the light trickled out of sparsely furnished walls and forcibly organised rooms,she sat on the creaking sofa, curled up with faded memories and locked up dreams. She sat there,eyes shining with brave tears, holding back her faded memories and locked up dreams.
"Lend me your hand, I’ll conquer them all. But lend me your heart and I will let you fall."
I thought of these words in the unscathed peace of spring afternoon and among pillows that smell of sunshine and home with a heart basking in the illusion of well-being, I imagined you.
I remembered you in all your shades.
The words I put together among those pillows and under the newfound sunlight are now lost, their colours crushed under the chaotic monotony of the world behind my rusted windows.
I remembered your eyes, that looked soft and strong in the dull light of the curtained rooms. The laughter my I would pry out of you with playful warfare on a dull summer’s evening.
Words that I now put down may seem politely pretentious, but I believe you shall find the truth of our stolen moments in-between them. I hope, to you they smell of warm buckets of French fries and the drone of a malfunctioning car on faded streets.
I remembered the exasperated anger that curled on your lips and we cracked into two worlds,with a hand brake in-between. The silence that filled those words were a roaring ache in our hearts.
My words came to you in tears, through tall glasses of iced tea in summer. Tears and iced tea, they shall sing to you my song. The song of my pains and passions put into the words only for your ears. Unspoken words trickling down to these pages, unknown passions I drink down with my iced tea.
I remembered your dark silhouette on the quite Sunday evenings we wiled away in the lonely roads. My hands wandered over your face and come to rest on the strength of the bunched muscles framing your shoulders. Your skin, smooth and covered with the dust of a day’s work, the skin of a man with a child in his heart. In this moment, stolen so boldly under the darkness of cold nights, I lived. I lived with passion and love and peace, confidently in the depths of your eyes and the heat of your tired arms.
I hope these words, tangled in memories and emotions reach you as as a symphony, clear, passionate and all-encompassing. Let them tip-toe their way inside your soul, tickling out a burst of laughter here and there as they go along. I lie here hoping that they shall find a place to live in your warm soul. And when they do I shall hope that my words are strong enough to bare my soul to yours, match my heartbeat to yours.
I remembered the joy that warmed two cold hearts on the hottest days of April. The thrill of new heartbeats and shared sofas. A lover’s playful poke and a friend’s comforting embrace. Hands held together in the chaos of sunburnt road, bonded by the presence of a deep magic under the shine of young love. The stolen kisses in galleries and corridors, that left the lingering taste of sweat, oreos and oranges. That left a little bit of you on my lips to carry in my smiles.
- 6 days ago
Days pass in the hundred shades of summer skies and moon light. I count them in laughter and cloud trails.
The songs of summer play in the lazy winds as your voice takes me to worlds beyond these billboards and buildings. The tall glass of ice tea that I always cherish and seldom finish sits in the unfaltering stare of the sun.
Politeness sometimes borders on hypocrisy. I rather be rude and genuine then smile and fit into what the world deems proper.
That’s stupid.No fancy words-just stupid.
Wear your demons with high heels. Bare your scars and break the bottles of empty paints.Put on your smile,shed your tears.
Show the world it’s own shame, burn it with the fire in the dark black depths of your eyes.Be a little too blunt, a little too real.
"We teach girls to shrink themselves, to make themselves smaller. We tell them you can have ambition, but not too much. You should aim to be successful, but not to successful.Otherwise, you would threaten the man.
Because I’m female I’m expected to aspire to marriage.I’m expected to make my life choices always keeping in mind that marriage is the most important. Now,marriage can be a source of joy,love and mutual support but why do we teach girl to aspire to marriage and not teach boys the same?
We raise girls to see each other as competitors not for jobs or accomplishments but for the attention of men.We teach girls that they cannot be sexual beings in the way boys are.
Feminist- A person who believes in the in the social, political and economic equality of the sexes."
When your life does not turn out as you had expected it to, you stop and wonder- How much of life depends on the choices you make and how much of a hand fate has in it?
Humanity and human beings.
Opposite forces.Yin and yan.Light and darkness..
We sit beside one another without the need for conversation to punctuate the silence. Its a warm silence, the one which carries remnants of the days we passed in white washed classrooms with smell of books and markers. We wrap ourselves in a contented bubble when we come together, shoving away the greys of work, disappointments, traffic, dirty roads and dirtier politics.
Sipping on coffee and nibbling on pasta, we talk.We have no topics, no direction, our voices mingle with one another and become a symphony of laughter, surprise and snorts.
Our hearts ache a little less as our conversations, whimsical with the underlying tone of love flow into the wee hours of cold winter mornings.
Among coffee cups and wooden tables,we are sixteen again. With braided hair and starched uniforms, inside white washed walls that hold the remnants of our innocence.
- 1 month ago