twinkling eyes !!!

Soon it will be that time again. When the leaves of my life turn a bright flaming yellow and wither away. Its been three years now, they have  been never ending awaits. They will litter the road like the unwanted urchins from the nearby slum. Have you seen them smile? I wish I could smile like them so soon.

Soon it will be that day again. When a new colour flowed into my imaginary painting. A transparent colour. A salty colour. A heavy colour of freedom and lightness in dark. It washed my life in hues unknown before. Have you seen this colour? I wish I could make it flow back to where it came from so soon.

Soon it will be that moment again. A moment frozen eternally in time, with clarity par excellence. A moment that  rebellion in my heart. A moment of eternal peace for her. Have you felt such peace? I wish I could say no to that so soon.

Soon it will be those sounds again. Sounds of hushed whispers and strangled cries. Sounds of silence  cutting down the sound of the mobile. Sounds whose tone I cannot remember. Have you ever tried to remember a forgotten voice? I wish I could remember it once more so soon.

Soon it will be that reason again. A reason to live life beyond any other reason. A reason that makes me breathe, without question, every second of the day. A reason that I surrender to, unconditionally. Have you ever encountered such a reason? I wish I could be unreasonable with this reason so soon.

Soon it will be that place again. That room, those walls, that floor, that tube light, that refrigerator, that doorbell. A place, I love, for every grain of weak cement that plasters those walls. A place with the happiness that makes courage change into dreams. Have you ever been in such a place? I wish I could return to that place so soon.

Her eyes. Hazel eyes. Eyes lit with dancing flames. Eyes which spoke that which She could not bear to hear. Eyes which betrayed that which she would never bring to her lips. And so it had been, every evening for the past year, when She had walked .


That had been a year back. Now, as she walked beside her on the concrete pavement, neither of them spoke. I just looked at her. She tried not to hold her gaze for more than a few seconds. The air between us  hung like an old curtain, with layers of dust making it too heavy to blow in the gentle breeze. She opened his mouth to speak. She looked up and tilted her head to a side, and she caught her pleading glance. She struggled to keep the words inside.   The only sound she wanted to hear did not come.

I looked back. I caught her eyes, twinkling in the street light reflected from  windows nearby. She turned away, for she could not bear to hear what we spoke. 
Her eyes.

  

With Love NANU