Hey..I'm at the parlour!
What's up? What plans?
arghh...I couldn't tell you this in person, Rathi.
I did put in a lot of thoughts over it...
I think we should 'break up'!
It's not working between us anymore!
I can't keep acting like it's all perfect between us...
You are an important person.
hope you understand.
What happened ma'am? You don't like the cut?
Did I make the cut too short?
Please don't come looking for me...
Hold on...I'm coming to meet you.
Let's talk over it in person!
when our beloved ones leave us in an untimely death...
It's a tragedy. But still it wasn't their choice.
They didn't mean to leave you.
when your loved one breaks up with you in an unexpected manner...
It is worse than a tragedy. Because....
It's their choice!
They willingly opt to leave you.
Breaking up is not an incident or an occurrence.
To break up with someone you will have to break down many a times...
at many a ways!
They don't leave us with just memories...
They do leave behind a lot of footprints and stains.
I wipe clean it, feeling good about at least removing the visible stains, if not the invisible ones.
When i miss his 'Good Morning' messages...
My day just don't seem to start without it...
When I'm in the kitchen, he loves to hug me from behind...
His reflection would always alert me that he is coming
Even after he is gone, I still look for his reflection...
When i ponder at the calendar thinking the date holds something important to me...
Then i figure out that it's his 'mom's birthday'
When i buy his favourite berries and call him to convey...
and only after a 'ring' the reality kicks me and i cut the call.
When i'm convinced that i got over him...
I get to find a shirt that he had left behind long back...
all the fond memories reel through like a 'film'
and the shirt projects it like a screen...
mind settles down for the memories! this will do for now...
The shirt he wanted to buy six months back...
is on 60% off sale! but i had to return without buying it.
When someone brings his name in the conversation
I've learnt to 'smile' without feeling bad
when i have black coffee the bitterness in it reminds me of him
reminds me of the horrid things he said to me...
But still, i don't keep the cup away
I gulp down whole of the 'bitterness' within me
When Facebook shows his profile as 'people you may know'
I be like... 'oh, Mark! really? you think i would know him?'
My playlist is full of his 'favourite' tracks... i had to delete all of it
and add the songs that we haven't sung together danced together...
For his photos to be permanently deleted
from the '30 days grace period', only '3 days left'...
warns my 'recently deleted folder! '
it's a tough call to make if i should recover or leave it to be erased
I didn't want to look taller than him
so i gave up wearing my favourite stilettos
And settled on sandals for a long time...
i think of those times...
and now when i couldn't tell you that i got placed in a job
When i couldn't forward you the meme that i laughed over...
when i cry over all the little things that holds our memories
And console myself and keep them aside.
The next day, when i do the cleaning...
The 'bus ticket' of our first journey together
gets sucked up in the vacuum cleaner and
and disappears into the void.
so i kick away the vacuum cleaner that ate away my profound memory
and cry endlessly sitting on the floor!
When something in the air hints me of his 'smell'
i crave to inhale the smell completely into me for once, just once!
We never know when we lose hairs from eye lids
in the same manner, i would lose him without me even realising it.
so what if he doesn't wish, It's still a 'Good Morning'!
And I'm stiill beautiful even if you don't call me 'beautiful'!
I can't recall as to when you got tired of our relationship
In our worned out love, i looked for the moments that felt true
The moments that i had engraved in my heart as the most cherished ones
have turned into 'open wounds' today!
But, the wounds i carry today, will be eventually healed
I'll get a 'new skin' that will heal the wound.
Will i turn into a 'new person' on getting the new skin?
Will i wear the dress and stilettos of my choice?
Will i eat the berries myself without looking for him?
Will i listen to nature's way of wishing 'Good Moring'?
Our favourite book and
our favourite movie always come to an 'end'
Will i get enlightened that everything has an 'ending' to it?
will he come? will he paint me?
I opened my body and mind for him
The wait is over now... I'm going to paint my own life in my own way
But will it happen today?
will i move on so easily? No!
I'll break down, cry, turn maniac at many such instances
to shred him away and then...
Let me tell you baby 'even i'm breaking up with you!'
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