Sunday, December 22, 2013
Thursday, December 19, 2013
And Letters has it always been..not the one's from A-Z
By
Aakriti
Dear Love,
How time flies, right? It’s funny
how some people view the intensity of a relationship with the number of years
you have spent with your beloved. I ask, what has number of days or months to
do with it? Perhaps, they don’t know, and rightly so, of every single hour we
would take out from our schedules to simply see each other, talk or share that
happiness that enwrapped us when we were together; of the longing of meeting
after one month or two weeks even as we stayed in the same city; of the despair
that left the heart morose for it could not reach out to the other, when they needed us the most; of the drive that
smothered us alive and burnt us into ashes, even as we breathed our empty
breaths, to meet, not to talk, but simply be, in space, in love and in that
moment. Perhaps, they also don’t know of the weight of the wait, a phrase which
became a usual rhyme, only to fill the heart till the brim, till it rained at
the other shore. And what of the words that were exchanged and the letters that
were written, they know not how preciously we have edged them like jewels found
in this lifetime, till death do us apart. And they know not that no matter how
many times the same words are spoken and said to the beloved, every single
time, they bring a smile, and soothe this heart, which yearns for more and more
and more……….
Words, at times, forget how
precious they can be, how truly greatful can someone be as s/he reads them at
the other end. I still find myself wondering upon the definition of love or the
fact if it’s an emotion at all for it is felt like lungs breathing air, it’s
just there!
Today, as this another wonderful
year comes to a close, I shall not thank you, knowing that you don’t particularly
like it, yet I shall repeat myself, for I know how blessed am I to have
befriended you, known you every single day and fallen more in love with, even as
we had our share of disagreements. Isn’t it enchanting, how love can teach us
to continue to love each other even as the other acts in ways which we would
completely detest? Most importantly, I’m blessed to have you for all the
optimism you have always showered at this shore, on days, when arid winter
winds would break the bones; for being a believer of discussions and talks, and
for you simply being that super awesome ‘you’….
For all that and more
Yours Forever
Wednesday, December 4, 2013
Sometimes....
By
Aakriti
Sometimes you want to
be called by someone else. That someone who has been an acquaintance, whom you
met as an acquaintance, but they looked out for you, at you,
perhaps upto you for something you were totally unaware of.
Sometimes you having
written as many words filled with emotions and thoughts want that someone else
to let you know whether you have grown with age or withered with time.
Sometimes you want the
whistling of leaves to go a little further ahead and form a swirl only to enwrap
you into a warm hug so as to evade the winter breeze that burns till your
bones.
Sometimes you yearn to
go back home, that home where you have always lived, not because you only miss
your room and that room misses your presence but because there are your loved
ones whom you miss seeing every single day of your life away from them.
Sometimes you let the
tears flow even as they,in their watery texture,speak a million stories of the
pain that lies deep inside your heart, that which makes you human, at the same
time a sensitive being.
Sometimes you wish an
angel to appear from nowhere and save you from all that you are going through
only to make life simpler and better.
Sometimes you want a
dear friend to hear your sorrow with not a spoken word exchanged and call you
just because she was missing you.
Sometimes you wish to
scream out loud into the valley and tell Mother Nature how hard life is, even
as you cry silent tears in your bed.
Sometimes you wish you
are punished for the wrong you did for your conscience has got tired of looking
after your ‘rights’ and ‘wrongs’.
Sometimes, more than
often, all you want is to be wrapped into a hug where everything is taken care
of itself.period.
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