I laugh(ed) at You…


 

“The torn pages… of a diary make me the feel the way to neverland… the land of angelic love, no hearts broken, no tears shed, no emotions subdued. That beam to happiness that you would come to me and embrace me, with all the warmth in you. And I would lose my soul in that queen of all emotions. The king who had accepted his defeat.”

 

Every breath I take, I smell new life, closer, more closer, that would make you twitch in warmth of it. The whirlwind that love can create is immense. It can flow through my heart, upturning every reason, every rational emotion of mine. The dusts of haziness would sink my consciousness in a quicksand of time. Time? Time would stand still. Every move I make, I smell the fragrance of cosmic happiness. The happiness that leads up to a space in time that, I would never find a way out of it. It always gave me a reason. A reason to love you more…

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“Remember when I first met you? I really don’t remember, but the torn page does. Seems like it’s been ages that we didn’t sand walk, down the soft sands of memory. Our footsteps had been washes away.”

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The black of your eyes, as I look deep in you, I put my faith in those blacks. And suddenly I am lost, but that black doesn’t look sad. As if its wrap around the pains of time. I feel the black as the invisibility cloak that hides me from all my insecurities. And suddenly the black would burst into the flames of spring. I roam mid ocean, the cosmic feelings. And slowly it zooms in; the black gradually turns into grey. Grey to white. The peace in your eyes. The eternal spring. The spring that would never have its fall. It always gave me a reason. A reason to love you more… a reason to start over new.

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“Remember when I first kissed you? You really didn’t have a clue how the world turned upside down. I hardly remember, but the torn page does. Seems like ages that romancing of the moon has been over, in that cold wintry night, pampered by love. “

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The red of your lips showed me the twilight to my dreams. That yes, a day has ended. Its time to turn my back to reality. The red is fading. But there’s always the space to run my imaginations high and dry. A rose, is all I see, I miss the thorn in it. The wetness in the petals of it. The freshness in every subtle breath it takes. I could almost feel the whisperings of the rose. And I give the rose a love bite, and it curls up its petals deep down as if moving away from me. But yet it opens up, and shows the radiance that it hid from the world all these days. The bloom. The rise of love. The loss in love and finding love once more, although it has every thorn in it. It always gives me a reason. A reason to love you more… a reason to reincarnate.

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“Remember when you told me “every rose has thorn”, I denied looking into the pains. I can’t remember them but the torn page does. It seems ages that we looked into eyes. That shine of that crazy diamond isn’t there.”

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The black of your hairs, makes me see the dark monsoon clouds hanging precariously over the sad sky. But I see the sliver lining of the darkness. The silver that’s streaking across the cracks of the grey clouds. I see at as a stint of sunshine, and as I bask of that little sunshine streak, I see that the sunshine’s turned into love. A love bath in your arms. As I bury my face in the waters of that sunshine, I feel the beads of pearls shed from your eyes, turn into dewdrops, at the edge of the green grass. I wonder why I went in search for a neverland far away, when it’s just a happiness far. I stayed there, stood still, for the fear of losing that sunshine that imbibed life in me. . It always gives me a reason. A reason to love you more… so that I find happiness in bliss.

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“Remember when I saw you, in a new life, you told me to forget the past. I laughed at you. Sarcasm is one the best services that I offer. I laughed at you because you never knew what love is? Because you never understood pains of happiness in love. Because you hardly tread into the hard path of love. I laughed at you because you never knew how reality differed from illusions.”

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“I always told you I loved to move on in life. I don’t turn life back to look back. Oh!! How I lied you. I laugh at you because you believed in this age old trick.”


About Dream Peddler

The author finds too many similarities with himself and the boy Calvin. Although a cold blooded techie, working with an Indian software MNC, the finer things of love and life fascinates him. Major portions of his work are about the things that inspires and pacifies. Politics and society too get a chance.

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