Words are all I had and he took them from me. It drove me insane, not knowing what to say; to just stare in awe and adoration. All of a sudden there was something I loved more than myself.
I remember it all. How he looked into my eyes, like we were the only people in the world; the sound of his voice…his laugh. It’s the kinda laugh that reminds you of the good things in life. He didn’t just give my heart wings, he made me want to fly. Flying is not so scary when I know I’ve got him to catch me when I fall.
To be stopped and once again revived, the mind is not as patient as the heart. Hope is more comforting than intelligence when struck by a poison dart. During the wait to be brought back to life there are a few things that just make you wonder.. Is each minute a funeral march to the grave or a brave stride towards a rightful destiny? I should hate to lose myself in the fulfillment of an untold prophecy. Regardless, I lie here, awaiting my calling. A century long slumber, in a haze between flying and falling.
Lights on. Centre stage. Crowd cheers. It was his golden age.
They believed in his magic.
Curtains close. Only he knows.
And the politician stepped off the dias victorious yet again. “The freebies get ’em every time.”, he thought.
Heads swaying to the sound of music. Hearts beating slow and sometimes frantic. They’d been at this for about a week now. The longest road trip she’d ever been on. The best time she’d ever had. To think this was all only an accident, it humored her. They were just fellow passengers who missed their flight and decided to rent a car and split the drive.
A conservative Indian girl who always stayed on the straight and narrow. She rarely stepped out of her comfort zone. But he.. He changed everything. Questioning her morals and ridiculing her beliefs. He was everything she never approved. A club rat with no sense of responsibility. However now, her opinions didn’t matter. Nothing mattered. His smile. That’s all she could picture. One smile and she was ready to give her heart away. But why? She didn’t know. She didn’t care.
It was only a matter of miles now. They’d soon be on their separate ways. Heavy hearted, she got out of the car as he pulled up on the side walk. Final goodbyes were said and pleasantries exchanged. Every one of those final moments, bittersweet. While she was left with memories to cherish, the fact that it was all ending too soon hit her hard. One last glimpse of his heartbreaking grin and she turned and started to walk away; walk away towards what will be a new life.
A sudden honk of the car horn interrupted her train of thought. He stuck his head out of the window with the sheepish grin and everything.
“Hey, I was wondering, would it be extremely inappropriate if I asked you out?”
“Yes it would”, she said smirking at him.
“Good. ‘Cause that’s pretty much my style. So what do you say?”
She laughed nodding in agreement. Oh how he made her laugh.
“What if she says no?” he thought, as he stood on one knee in front of the girl of his dreams.
It was going to be a simple answer.
Yes or no.
But, he seriously doubted his ability to process any piece of information as of then. At intense moments, the thin line between flying and falling gets blurry. The fear of the latter always trumps the prospects of hope for the former.
She always spoke about love being the only thing that transcended space and time. He laid down his faith on that very love and hoped it was enough. They’ve been in love for as long as he remembered. What are these silly doubts then? He always trusted her. Why not now? Even though none of it made any sense, he still couldn’t shake the fear. He wondered how silly he must look. A grown man trembling with fear. Perhaps she’ll take me for a coward. After what felt like ages she finally looked like she was about to say something.. that was when the trembling got worse.
It took him long enough to realize he wasn’t really trembling. He was being woken up.
“Up sleepy head! You promised me some brunch, remember?”
Seven years of marriage and he still couldn’t believe she’d said yes.
The war ends.
No blood. No gore.
No winners. No losers.
Torn up soul. Scattered pieces.
They say, a long time ago,
When the world had just begun,
The moon fell for the blazing sun.
Every day she chased him into the light,
For when the night fell, he was hardly in sight.
The way he glided past the skies,
He gave her butterflies.
Hoping she has the courage someday, for now she faded away.