She
found him in the flocking milieu, a face in the crowd yet one in millions.
Their eyes embraced each other clinching, even before the rest of their senses
could fathom why every pore in their being was joggled beyond restrain. The dance
of passion was set in motion as their steps coordinated and love induced nimble
bodies waltzed onto a nameless music. The accord emanating from each movement,
the amalgam radiating with every posture! The intertwining of limbs not proof
enough of how in their minds they were clung and wrapped.
The
music played on and they did too till the beats became recurring, the sound
seemed proverbial and the harmony predictable. The fervent steps were no longer
animated and began to get weary and slowed down. They held on unyielding, not
letting the fading music come between them, as though by being indifferent they
could be oblivious.
Soon
the moving record lost the rhythm and drew closer to a standstill. They did not
budge, hung-over on the synchrony they had so reached. Doesn’t happen every
day-two feet knowing exactly where the other is headed so as to stride along
and not be directed by the other. So the drowning someone held on to the straw
till the spot lights were shut off and darkness enveloped them. It was time to
go-the centre stage, hitherto their field, suddenly seemed too vast and
deserted-hauntingly mocking at the lonesome twosome to leave.
They
parted and moved on. Faces going back to being faces in the crowd! They tried
to call out and reach with an extended hand but perhaps the spaces in between
became too big, too far. The unmitigated fire was now just a few simmering
sparks before the coal pieces were charred to nothingness. But before the thwarted
hand could reach back somebody held it tenderly and a warm prologue followed. A
new overture, a beckoning gaze an unknown domain, was it time to play again?
But
weren’t you burning? The scars of the one who left-weren’t the wounds open?
Yes, they were but the stranger brought a balm of sweet whispers that echoed
and stirred the insides again to soothe them. The hands held in a friendly
grasp soon became a firm clasp, like little children laughing, engrossing and
tumbling over each other while building sand castles on the sea side.
Yes,
this was forever. The breeze playing impishly with their hair, the waves softly
splashing a cooling wetness and awakening new-fangled desires, the hot skin
gearing to burn with sensations that came without being touched. Was it love?
Drenched in the sunlight, it seemed to have dispelled the darkness-the little
castle they built vouched for things to come-a future together. Yes, we’ve
found the one. And while he dusted the sand off her glistening body, they were
ready for an encore.
How
sweet was love again! How unimaginable the sense, it left the hungry body with!
How charged it made one of a passion that can engulf all reason and
pragmatism-knowing only surrender and wanting only completion! The love boat had
found the anchor-the storms were at rest, the resistance failed at the test. Surely
the bodies gave in, too overpowering-the thrill of the novel, the curiosity of
the mysterious and the satiation of being lost in a utopia of stirred sentiments.
Till
the waves grew tired of being placid and the breeze could not contain being
stationary no more. The sand castle that stood sturdy slowly began to quiver as
the agitated and restless grains decided to change paths again or go back to
their origin. And the water that was wetting till now, took the form of an
awakening-a rude splash begetting them back to reality.
The
heat of the sun threatened to tan, the waves came too ominously to break upon
the unfaultable shore and the rains followed. The castle was now a sloshed mass
of nothingness as they rushed in to seek shelter. Relegating to different and
distant corners, perhaps one took to dry up too long, perhaps the other wanted
to remain wet, the seeking eyes didn’t get the glimpse they craved for and tears
welled. Ah, the pain of seeing something gradually relegate to a backdrop which
had instantly formed your fore and core! Another broken heart-would it not tear
you apart?
And
just then someone extended a piece of cloth-tears are not enough to do away the
pain. Perhaps brushing them away with a handkerchief would? You look up-a
beaming face, a concerned voice, a gentle pat and a fascinated someone-it was
time to try to smile once more. Perhaps what was the end was really the
commencement-THE beginning? Enough of stories that have a beginning and no
middle and then an end!
The
only thing sure about love is-that you will fall again!
24 comments:
Story of my life.
Suruchi,
Engrossing till the end.
Take care
I wish I could hold her... I wish I could kiss her.... I wish I could be with her.... and then something unreal and weird happen.... I fell in love...
Weakest LINK
Perfect timing! :D
And I agree with the title and at the same time hate that it is so easy.
Ah, the pain in the love, and the labor that it lost! Such is life :)
And our prolific blogger is back with a bang :)
I know I truly believe in love and silver linings... but I just have lost hope in it for myself :(
I still know people who have lost in love and remember motivating them that theyd find love again.. some of them did... but I just worry about whether that moment will come for me itself.. does that make me a hypocrite ?
i really dont know wot to write...you are amazing,Suruchi n i wish you would listen to me and publish..you have the knack of portraying the emotions,oh so precisely...i was engrossed till the end.."Life goes on" what seems to be the end is actually the beginning... please keep writing and please publish sooooooooon !!
Hey...so good to see u write again. :) Such is life, sigh!
Well THis i do beleive in that Heart to pagal hai ji, It will fall for someone again, and again Thats what being a human is , I guess.
make the most of it I will say , but the question is what is love , do we actually know what it is for sure
Bikram's
"Enough of stories that have a beginning and no middle and then an end!"
But doesnt a second story take long enough to begin once ended??
Couldn't agree more with you ! You learn it the hard way the first time..but once you do...life rocks after that :P
We all claim to know so much about so much, when the truth is we know so little about so little. You here seem to light up the dark road a lil bit. :)
"The only thing sure about love is-that you will fall again!" so true!! Im one perfect example for that!!
One of the most beautiful pieces I have read in recent times. I could actually feel the words, felt as if it happened with me. Love is such an ever present phenomena.
babe...you seriously need to consider writing a book..i know i am very infrequent but every time i am at it,you surprise me with your awesomeness in a new post, new feelings, new words but the same ol awesomeness !!
i am serious ok
Break the cycle sometimes and make it stay.
For words are always too much, and overrated too to be fallen over.
Kudos!
Cheers,
Blasphemous Aesthete
Very nice as usual !!! Engrossing
@Zeebs,
Everybody’s life in the current times-heartbreaks seem hard and not-getting over one, is even harder:-)
@Jack,
Thank you :-)
@Rachit,
Wow! I wish I could know more there....:-)
@Punam,
Thank you for reading me Punam and I am glad you decided to comment too-it feels nice to be told that you are read :-)
What me considered as a rebound relationship may often be THE one and then again maybe not. Yes, it is true-we do need to kiss many frogs to reach the Prince, that is perhaps the way to recognize that he’s the one.
@MSM,
Whenever we speak of love, it strikes a chord somewhere :-)
@Vagabond,
What we hate is often what saves us-imagine had it not! :=)
@Sakshi,
What prolific blogger yaar! Just coming n going whenever I feel the need to vent :D
@Roshan,
It does not make you a hypocrite, it makes you shy coz you’ve been once bitten...
Love happens and continues to do so-you think you can control the emotions? Just leave it on time-when we don’t seek love, we get companionship and sometimes love follows:-)
Don’t give up-you are too wonderful to be left alone, I know.
@Shikha,
Thank you so much for the love you always shower on me :-)
@Ria,
Thank you and I hope it continues :-)
@Biky,
Why bother in finding what love is actually when something feels just as good! We all love love more than a person and that’s what keeps us sane I guess-otherwise we would have moved the Romeo-Juliet, Heer Ranha way! :-)
@RareSeldomOften,
For some it does, though it should not. The longer you stay in the past, the longer it takes for the past to let you go. Sad but true, the only way to get over a hurt is to find another balm to soothe the wounds :-)
@Jo,
There is no lighting of the dark road yaar-I just hope I am not misleading them. The message was to not sink
@Joshi,
We all are-that’s how love is :-)
@Saru,
Thank you so much-that is such high praise. I am going to float over it for sometime :-)
@Su,
I know you are serious and thank god for people like you. I keep thinking I have lost it and egg on to write some more:-) Just experimenting to come up with something worthwhile whenever I do manage to rack my brains too :-)
@BA,
Anshul, they’d like to break the cycle-settle, but somehow things conspire. They move towards that aim and somehow realize they have wandered instead. Words are overrated and perhaps so is love-at least till we don’t experience it like we’ve imagined it through ages:-)
@Amrit,
Thank you so much :-)
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