Our Mondays would be at Blueberry’s candy
You would have your joyride every Tuesday
Wednesdays I would bring you all the colors of the rainbow
And Thursdays we would go the Camping way.
The zoo would wait for us each Friday
And Saturdays you would have your favorite cookies
Sundays we would trek into the woods
And I shall allow you to jump in that dirty puddle everyday.
We would go back to back for the movies you loved
I would get you your much promised butterfly
You would hear about fairies, pixies and elves every night
And yes, no more of that boring lullaby.
This much and much more
You could bring home your favorite ugly toad
I wouldn’t shout about your clothes no matter how dirty they got
Yes, we sail this summer to Neverland in a crescent moon shaped boat.
But as I keep all my promises
You shall have to live by yours
Whenever you come back, oh yes I shall be waiting
You will never leave my hand on that road again…AND GET LOST IN THAT GLOOM TO THE DARK!!!
Showing posts with label loneliness. Show all posts
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Monday, May 18, 2009
WHENEVER YOU COME BACK
Thursday, January 31, 2008
THE LEAF OF LOVE
She looked through the bars with her peering eyes. Long, unkempt hair, faded colour but a glint of sparkle in her eyes.
Everyday the bell rang at 11.30 am. Then, till 4.00 pm they were allowed outside. At 4.00 they retired to their rooms again till the next day. Her fragile brain had memorized this timetable now.
And even more their meeting everyday. Girls and boys had been put into different rooms. They could socialize only in that span of 4 ½ hours. There were so many around. But he was different. Or may be more like her. He always carried a fresh leaf as a token of love and a celebration of their meeting. Flowers were not available in that vicinity. But she loved it and everyday hugged him and shook hands in return. Then they sat on the swings and spoke about everything under the sun that was known to them. Like the fat matron's croaking voice, the obnoxious odour the bathrooms carried, the inedible food served. Everything was full of bliss and yet so playful in that short span of 4 ½ hours. But once the parting bell rang, the scene changed. An environment of innocence and cheer became tense and traumatic with the matrons pulling them away from each other. Once, she delivered a sharp bite, as her token of anger on the matron's palm.
He had been there for 2 years, while she for 1. In that stale routine, they were the only ray of light to each other. He loved those 3 days in the year when they were allowed to be together from early dawn to the wee hours in the evening. On these three days they were made to pray, sing & eat a sumptuous meal. But the most important and beautiful part was being in each other's company and giggle together. This was perfection. Or so she thought.
The only times she hated were when two unknown people came to meet her every month. They would look at her from a distance and try to converse. She never allowed them to come close. She hated strangers. But they would still come and cry. She was increasingly growing tired of them.
Then one day everything changed.
That morning she got up with a terrible pain at the back of her head. She felt dizzy and then all of a sudden she remembered it all. Everything flew back to memory. And then she knew who she was. Who they were. She remembered him, whom she belonged to. And at last she thought about that innocent, strange, yet her only sole support which, she had encountered in that mental asylum, where patients suffering from multiple neurotic disorder thrived.
A thousand scenes floated in front of her eyes. Her marriage, her career as a teacher, her mom and dad who came to see her every month she now realized, and finally her new acquaintance. The clock struck 11.30.The bars opened again. She studied the environment and the people. It seemed more like a kindergarten school, with the kids being a bit oversized. And then she saw him waiting at one corner.
He was approaching her. A leaf in his hand and a sparkle in his eye. Every thing the way it used to be. Only she had changed.
Now she had to decide. Life had once again placed its puzzle and she had to find a way out. Security on one hand and innocence on the other. On one side her husband who had not bothered to meet her once, throughout the year and on the other side a stranger, she could not help feeling drawn to.
He gave her the leaf. She wanted to smile, shake hands and hug him. But she knew it wasn't meant to be. Not because she was selfish. But because love was adverse and it had cheated her. Strange can be the ways of love.
She took the leaf and tore it off. He looked at her in disbelief. He yelled, fought and then finally cried aloud. She wept her tears silently.
The same evening her parents came to free her from that prison or maybe a place where she was leaving a precious part of her life; whose worth only two people had known so far. And no one would ever know now.
She was standing at the gate. From a distance she saw her husband, who had now come to take her and then she looked back .She wanted to promise herself and the love she had now come in terms with, that she would come back for a visit every month. But when one cannot trust the purity of a feeling, the knowing of a new affection; how to come in terms with a promise. And she left, alone.
Everyday the bell rang at 11.30 am. Then, till 4.00 pm they were allowed outside. At 4.00 they retired to their rooms again till the next day. Her fragile brain had memorized this timetable now.
And even more their meeting everyday. Girls and boys had been put into different rooms. They could socialize only in that span of 4 ½ hours. There were so many around. But he was different. Or may be more like her. He always carried a fresh leaf as a token of love and a celebration of their meeting. Flowers were not available in that vicinity. But she loved it and everyday hugged him and shook hands in return. Then they sat on the swings and spoke about everything under the sun that was known to them. Like the fat matron's croaking voice, the obnoxious odour the bathrooms carried, the inedible food served. Everything was full of bliss and yet so playful in that short span of 4 ½ hours. But once the parting bell rang, the scene changed. An environment of innocence and cheer became tense and traumatic with the matrons pulling them away from each other. Once, she delivered a sharp bite, as her token of anger on the matron's palm.
He had been there for 2 years, while she for 1. In that stale routine, they were the only ray of light to each other. He loved those 3 days in the year when they were allowed to be together from early dawn to the wee hours in the evening. On these three days they were made to pray, sing & eat a sumptuous meal. But the most important and beautiful part was being in each other's company and giggle together. This was perfection. Or so she thought.
The only times she hated were when two unknown people came to meet her every month. They would look at her from a distance and try to converse. She never allowed them to come close. She hated strangers. But they would still come and cry. She was increasingly growing tired of them.
Then one day everything changed.
That morning she got up with a terrible pain at the back of her head. She felt dizzy and then all of a sudden she remembered it all. Everything flew back to memory. And then she knew who she was. Who they were. She remembered him, whom she belonged to. And at last she thought about that innocent, strange, yet her only sole support which, she had encountered in that mental asylum, where patients suffering from multiple neurotic disorder thrived.
A thousand scenes floated in front of her eyes. Her marriage, her career as a teacher, her mom and dad who came to see her every month she now realized, and finally her new acquaintance. The clock struck 11.30.The bars opened again. She studied the environment and the people. It seemed more like a kindergarten school, with the kids being a bit oversized. And then she saw him waiting at one corner.
He was approaching her. A leaf in his hand and a sparkle in his eye. Every thing the way it used to be. Only she had changed.
Now she had to decide. Life had once again placed its puzzle and she had to find a way out. Security on one hand and innocence on the other. On one side her husband who had not bothered to meet her once, throughout the year and on the other side a stranger, she could not help feeling drawn to.
He gave her the leaf. She wanted to smile, shake hands and hug him. But she knew it wasn't meant to be. Not because she was selfish. But because love was adverse and it had cheated her. Strange can be the ways of love.
She took the leaf and tore it off. He looked at her in disbelief. He yelled, fought and then finally cried aloud. She wept her tears silently.
The same evening her parents came to free her from that prison or maybe a place where she was leaving a precious part of her life; whose worth only two people had known so far. And no one would ever know now.
She was standing at the gate. From a distance she saw her husband, who had now come to take her and then she looked back .She wanted to promise herself and the love she had now come in terms with, that she would come back for a visit every month. But when one cannot trust the purity of a feeling, the knowing of a new affection; how to come in terms with a promise. And she left, alone.
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