I love night walks, I've always loved the streets stretching long and wide before me, luring me to measure the distance between my love and my destiny, which stays hidden amidst white lights, pink frames and pied piper's songs. Even tonight I'm walking, with half a mind to stop, just return back home and the other half urging to walk until I surpass this scenery. The one which will be engraved on my mind in bold tints of hues - a buried symphony of rain(tear)drops. • • • Loud zephyr surged through birches lining the asphalt. Lonely footpaths are piling heaps of dried dreams, that once had palmistry of a prospering future. Just like the rosy lines on my pale palm, they are fading and blurring. Leaving mere marks that resemble scars of being alive. Maybe they'd never disappear. Maybe they'd stay forever on me. Reminding me that I once had umpteenth possibilities, all of which got flooded by unrestricted emotions.
The ache in my heart is tracing branches of thunderstorms lighting the darkening night sky in flashes. It all started from a single drop, that leisurely rolled off my forearm, slowly. Falling, falling and then hitting hard on the concrete crossroad. Welkin left no raindrop orphaned. More of those tragic pearls fell like an ornament of the heaving clouds.
Fogged streetlights adorned divinity as if a halo, blessing otherwise pitch black way. With every step I took, I let some tear drops cuddle the enlarging puddles on my way. Some steps deliberately stomped on fallen leaves, unwilling to lock away my distress. 'It must be October', my hazy mind tried to reason, why my pathway is paint-dipped in crimson-maroons and amber-bronzes. Just like my red-rimmed eyes and scar-studded thighs.
A heart that once poured love like marvelling monsoons have now closed off with raging smoke, a clouded mind. It's almost impossible to believe that he's unaware of the ways he's transformed 'from beaut to beast'. His hands tremble so hard if he can't refill poison pools in the glass bottles. Mirrors showed him neither reality nor fantasy. Music is no more his high, notations are mind maps to hell, a trepidating trap.
Echoes have left him aeons ago, whispers can't reach him even within hairline distance. Trumpets and drumroll veiled silence, piano poignantly ponders, violins wail intermittently. Euphony unreachable, cacophony undeterred. All that left was a mirage of eutony, not even approachable. And caresses have withered as soon as winter bound him in frore, lending me blossoming whiplashes.
I stayed by him like a shadow that has taken an oath of solemnity. But there's only so much I can do when none of my attempts could disclose his despair. He was hell-bent on pushing me away. Would promises wither if their voices travel back to their origin ? Would love disappear if the hearts unwind their own beats ? Would forever fall down to never-again if brokenness gravitied the fall ? Who is to apologize to whom, if both are hurt and keep hurting each other ?
This wretched rain has drenched me depressed yet my heart is shielding a drought rooted in loss. This scenery is fated to fade in forlorn. And every foggy breath I exhale is chanting a farewell to my once-wished-eternal-spring - " It's time to erase this scenery. It's time to leave, my love..."
/ I couldn't be a Beatrice to his Beethoven For I'm Betrothed to Brokenness /
Smoke rising from the burning fire
Tries to hide the warmth and the light
Dims the spirit to fight
The fears grip the heart tight
The courage doesn't come in sight
The walk for happiness takes you
Through dark, gloomy night
Not every choice you make is right
Broken hearts are often void of might.
But the darkest moments are the goodbyes
A few even leave you without that last goodbye
The moment between saying goodbye and leaving
Drains you of all your love and faith.
Surrounding observations give me a picture, Although love is invisible, Yet it is a great beautifier. The further you encounter and fall into it, Utterly cherished you in any form, Turns you into a lover and addicted, A tender look which becomes a habit, Like smoking.
Love is like smoke, Although it gives pain, Yet it's beyond everything, To stabilize the relation of both parties, Always bestowed to makes the ride worthwhile, Wisely make a strategic plan to win the battle, As love is a war, Sacrifice needs to be done, As a trophy of hard effort, To form trust and make happiness happening, On both sides, Not only a day, But for such a long time, Immortality, unconditionally As it is still on the right track, Together as one.
Love is like smoke, Although it is the most beautiful thing in life, Yet it could turn into the most terrifying one, Ruin mutual relations, Disappointments could set in, One side feels like the highest cloud, While another party is not on the same track, That suffocating happens, Suffered severe disease, Causing serious pain and slowly killed. To save the suffered party, Retreat needs to be done from another side, Not to give up, But to let go of another party, For the sake of love, To find own space from toxic relation, Liberation through move on to heal, For each sides' happiness.