November 20, 2009

Flames to Dust...

Moving through the dream in haste I saw myself there…All alone, solitary, forlorn under the shadow of the moon-lit sky…

Those tinkling bells, that flowing pearl-white gown…The beach, the sand, those shells.

With eyes that smiled…With a smile that spoke a bazillion words…

That constant humming of tunes so sweet, so tuneful…And my hands that traced abstract designs in the air…And feet that left distinct marks on the fine sand…My gait so perfect, so calm, so content…

The air thick with everything but blasphemy…The birds circled up there…like they were out there to guard me.The tree’s swayed around murmuring silent prayers…

The cold wind that played with my curls…The warm sand…And the silhouette of ‘the one’ in the proximity…

Everything was so perfect, so enviable, so done to death…

It had to be a dream, apparently it was one.How could it all be so boring?


It all has to be about perpetual bad hair days…About sleep deprived eyes, an awkward smile, achy arms and broken backs…About a body that has a mind of its own…And a mind that is dazed and perplexed!

Its all about printed tee’s and age old jeans…About shoes that have been mended every single time they broke…About sales and grab offers and discounts and fights when hell breaks lose between shopaholics…

About cell phones that are prehistoric...About all calls canceled and received at one’s own behest…About those lies and those half truths…And about punching the keypad late into the night, blushing!

Its about food eaten, food shared, food grabbed off another’s plate…About money saved for a weekend to treat oneself…And about the glee of discovering money tucked in pockets…

Its about talking to people all the time…here, there, everywhere!In the rick, in the bus, in the train…to unknown people.Its about being cold, bitchy, mean, rude, snobbish, slutty on some days…And the on others, just being ‘good’…

Its about socializing, or dying a slow death trying to do so!About socializing, strictly for the ‘free food’…

Its about vows and resolutions and promises…All broken, very conveniently…

Its about mugging things minutes prior to the exam…About scribbling assignments just hours before the important submission…About dingy corners and dusty books in the library…About bunking, blacklists, proxies, and cranky professors…

About flinging black hats on graduation day…

Its about grandparents and aunties and uncles and cousins waiting for the free food at your wedding!About mom finding cute suitors for her daughter…Its about her plans for her grandchildren…

About your plans for your children…starting with their names!!

Its about not knowing what love is, what love feels like…About denials and times when you rationalize…Its about waiting for the right one…being smitten every now and then…

About Juliet…waiting for a Romeo she does not know off!

Its about crossing roads talking on prehistoric cell phones…And baam! Its about not seeing the car.

Its about collapsing right there…

Its about feeling the feel of blood all over, red blood, your blood…

Its about those seconds that tick by…you wish they were years, and not seconds.And, without anymore melodrama, you are dead.

The Juliet is gone, the Romeo was never there.

The mother is left with dreams that’ll die a silent death.

The exam records mean nothing anymore.

The money remains tucked into the pockets forever.

The mind and the body drift apart.

The dream comes true.

The ‘perfect, enviable, done to death life’ commences…

Yes.

Flames to Dust…

Lovers to friends…

Why do all good things come to an end??


Live, Love, Laugh.That’s the least you could do.

Shreya!

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