Footsteps and Love Notes

I stood on the sands, eyes fixed on the waves;
The sun was yet to rise, and the faint grey of the sky;
The sea changed its color as it moved towards the horizon,
And the breeze made ripples as on the petals of the flower,
Does a butterfly flutter by.

I looked calmly at the waves;
How silent the sea was beyond them, how peaceful;
The waves did not dare go that way;
They were childish, breaking free from the chains,
Rising up, only to fall down as they hit the almighty sands;
But the sea beyond the waves,
Looked calmly at us;
Never uttering a word, never stopping the waves.

I looked around me.
Men, women, boys, and girls, smiling at each other;
Walking hand in hand;
All eyes fixed to the east,
Where in a minute, the sky would give birth
To a red-hot goblet of fire.

Mynahs and crows, equally chirpy,
Perch on the sand, then fly away in a moment,
Then sit again, a bit far from the waters,
For they know where those go.

Four fishermen on the far east,
Push a boat into the waters;
Their methodical manner shows they’ve been at this for a while.
First one sits, right at the front;
And rows while the other three still push.
Then another jumps in, this time at the back,
And the other two on both sides,
Pushing and wading across a giant wave;
The next time I see them,
The four are all seated and in a lockstep fashion,
Have gone into the waters so deep,
That it looks like a speck of black in the farthest of the ocean.

The sun rises royally from amidst the clouds.
No later than that the hawkers come down to business.
A tea-seller comes around.
He pours some milk into a glass and walks towards the shore.
On the next wave, he drowns the entire milk,
And prays to the sea to bless his day.
He comes back and sees us waiting at his stall,
And thanks God for all He’s done.

Another wave crashes against the shore;
They are still grey where they hit the sand,
The wet sands, home to millions and millions of,
Footsteps and love notes.

I pause a while and listen to those around me,
Families talking about their daily chores,
Funny to see how people find happiness in the smallest of things.
As the sun now appears from within the clouds,
The sea changes its color too,
Glimmering a different shade of turquoise.

I sit on the sands, and look at the sea,
Building myself up for what is to come;
The breeze on my face;
It is warm and sultry around but the breeze is cold,
And makes me want to forget,
All the terrible things I think right now.
I see people sleeping on the sands,
They have made this their home,
Some old, some young,
They seem forlorn, forsaken;
I do not think they wanted this, but time brings changes,
And so they sleep here,
Void of a home, which they once had.

I get up slowly;
Walk past the sand castles,
Walk past the couples in love,
Walk past the mothers with their babies,
And walk into the water;
For I will fight the waves today.
Meanwhile,
The waves erase, from the wet sands,
The footsteps and love notes.

Rubble

We were standing at the edge of the cliff,
I asked you what would happen if I jumped off,
When suddenly I felt the push from behind.
I was in the air, falling, falling fast,
And your face receding into the sky,
The sun blinding my eyes so that I had to close them.
When they opened, I was lying on a meadow of soft greens,
And you were there by my head,
Singing a song of faith and trust.
I remember the vivid colors on your dress,
And I remember the smile on your face,
We talked about a dream,
Where three goons had kidnapped you,
And I had run so fast behind them,
That by the time I reached you, they had left you
And ran far away, but had bruised your face.
Now that I see closely,
I see the bruise above your eyebrows,
And I realize this is also another of those dreams,
So I wake up.

I hear my mother singing in the adjacent room,
My eyes hurt, so does my head,
The humming gets louder, the song turning to a chatter,
And now I realize it’s not a song,
It’s a foreign tongue someone’s speaking in the corridor,
So I get up from my bed,
And an acute pain rises from my spine to my brain,
Making me sleep again,
Meanwhile, my mother keeps singing in the adjacent room,
And tells me later how she sold our home,
For we were short of money, and this is weird,
Because I had money, and she never asked me for any of it.
I reprimand her, but now she is crying,
And I apologize, but I suppose it is too late,
She is leaving now, she walks out the door,
And I follow her, but she gets lost amongst a group of people,
Speaking in a foreign tongue in the corridor.

I come back into my room, and you are there again,
I tell you how I have been meaning to talk to you,
Tell you how much you mean to me,
How every second without you has felt like a year,
You’re humming a tune too, and the melody reminds me,
Of an incident years back when I had first fallen in love.
It’s funny how she doesn’t come in my dreams anymore,
And you laugh at me, and explain how,
Dreams are a manifestation of one’s truest fears,
I come closer to you, and can now feel your breath on my lips,
When suddenly we hear bomb blasts outside,
We run out, and now the house is in flames,
We look at each other with teary eyes,
Was this how it was meant to end?

Tomorrow

To think that tomorrow,
I’d have to wake without you,
Is haunting me for the past so many nights.
If only you’d stay.
Where the sun gleamed in through the tiny slits,
Of the blinds that you left open at night,
The curtains now stay shut,
Barring all light into the room,
Just like the light’s gone from my life.
And the table in the corner,
Where we had meals,
Now has a film of dust from being forsaken.

Sometimes I turn to the other side,
To find no one on the other side of the bed,
I hear no laughs in my house,
No sounds at all, except the clock,
And the ticktock is killing me,
Because it never seems to end,
And time is flying so quickly,
And yet it is so slow, that I wait for you,
And the waiting never ends.

Winter covers in its sheets,
The city all around me.
A layer of snow gathers up against the window ledge,
Melting off as soon as I touch it.
And I tell myself that’s how things are meant to be,
Never go too close, for the bird flies away,
It knows not your love for it,
For it has seen so many people come close to birds,
And then hold them by the neck,
Until their breaths die out,
That now it flies off even at the sight of a little kid,
Who loves it the most and wants to sing to it.

But like all things in life, this winter too,
Will live its day and come to an end,
And the sun will shine from behind the clouds,
The snows will melt and the grass would smile,
The world around me will soon turn,
From its colorless white to a green oh so bright,
And I will continue to live.

To think that tomorrow, I’ll have to wake,
To see that nothing has changed yet,
And that all my dreams are yet undone,
It makes me weep, it makes me sad,
And the snow, fog, and mist,
They will run their course as they do,
But deep inside, they know as well,
Their time is up, they must go now,
As should I,
So adieu dear friend, I’ll write more to you,
But now I must go, as all things should end,
And mark the beginning of another.

The Night We Stayed

I saw your eyes closely in the light of the night,
Whilst they looked at me, two stones of jade,
And lest this be washed away by the sands of time,
This is the story of the night we stayed.

I think of the past, how funny it has been,
For us to come to the point where we are,
Been through memories that are thorns to the mind,
And some as sweet as lekvar.

For being in love is a strange affair,
Dreams weaved out of other dreams,
And love, like the sun, in the bright of the morning,
Falls in sleepy streams.

But come night, Absence,
Makes its presence known to the heart,
And the mind bewildered knocks on every door,
Looking out for its sweetheart.

The night we stayed, I learned you’re precious,
And that I cannot afford to lose you,
But the morning came soon enough,
And I had to bid you adieu.

I write this letter hoping you’ll smile,
Think of me for a minute or two,
And shower me with all the love you can,
For it has long been overdue.

Should I?

Should I pour out my heart today,
Do I have the guts yet?
How many nights has it been now,
That I have slept without you by my side?
I have lost count of everything,
That once seemed to matter to me.
Now my whole world revolves around a single thought.
When will you be back?

I sit by the window, look at the trees,
Look at others walking down that lane,
Wasn’t it only yesterday that we did the same?
I think of unspoken nights, unspoken deeds,
How we fit the pieces of the puzzle,
To make it one whole, just like our lives,
Once wayward, without promises,
Now leading to one destination.
Now and then, when I look out into the street,
I see you and me walking, hand in hand,
I see you smiling at me, my life in your hands,
And you hold it close to yourself.

You’ve given meaning to my life,
Only to be away for so long,
And this is getting unbearable, for it has been,
It has been way too long without you.
I sit by the window, waiting for you,
When will you be back?

One Day

One day, when we’re tired,
Of the droning monotonous lives we live in,
And are flummoxed by everything that happens around us,
When the day is done and the sun sets down,
I’ll come over to where you sit all day,
Looking at those tiny-font lines of code,
And wondering if they’ll do the magic this time.

I’ll ask you out for a drink or two,
You’d look at me with the same grown look,
We’re growing old, and drinks don’t charm us no more,
You say it’s better to be in your senses,
What’s the fun in getting tipsy anyway,
When we’ve done that so many times?
Let’s try something new, for a change, you ask,
Let’s go out for a cup of tea.

So we walk outside, and the drizzle hazes your glasses,
You take it off and wipe it nonchalantly,
And that’s the first time I see your eyes,
As naked as it were in my dreams.
You eye me now, where am I lost?
I smile and say that I was wondering,
Are you a ginger or a cardamom person?
You pay no heed and continue to tell me the story
Of a neighbor who loves your dog.

We walk for a while, the rain’s now stopped,
And the last sip of tea remains in your cup,
You gulp it down, and we rush back to office,
You to your lines of code, and I, to mine.
And when after a while, I turn my head,
You’re smiling on the phone, your eyes are bright,
Telling him how you just had tea,
Subtly omitting out the colleague.

One day when we look back,
To trace how we fell in love,
We’ll not remember the numerous times,
We went to the pub, or danced to songs,
Which we could not remember the next day,
We won’t remember all the drinks we had,
Or all the ones we didn’t.
But that one evening, when we walked in the rain,
And tried to keep ourselves warm,
Tea being the only help,
And when I listened to your story,
Of the neighbor who loved your dog,
Is what we would remember as,
When it all began.

Love

A cold winter morning, a sky full of fog,
An empty street, a couple there, and me,
I walked my path, it led nowhere,
And somehow we ended up in the same café.
I looked at her, her deep blue eyes,
They had so much to say,
I looked at the boy who sat with her,
His eyes, empty, like a novel burnt to ashes.

Since there wasn’t anyone else around,
And the coffee was taking only too long,
My eyes kept wandering back to them.
They both seemed indifferent about me;
And that was alright, but alas!
They seemed so indifferent about each other.
Their fingers intertwined, his hand in hers,
But never a look, nor a smile at each other.

Who were they? I wondered,
Waiting for my cup of coffee.
I could not imagine why they would want to be,
The way they were, together.
For I believed, love was spoken,
Not with words, but through the eyes,
But alas! Their eyes never met!

And suddenly those three words were said,
“I love you”, whispered the boy,
“As do I”, she said in return,
Yet still neither faced each other,
Though now they were all smiles.

The waiter arrived, a bit later,
With my steaming hot cup of cappuccino,
“Isn’t it weird?” I asked him,
“How could they not see each other,
And yet say those words all the same?”
The waiter looked deep at me,
Smiled and said,
“Sir, they both are blind.”

And that day I realized,
How true it is,
When they say that love is blind.