Sonder
I remain — I still remain —
Hidden somewhere between you and me,
Where the darkness halts the light;
Wrapped in a cold blanket, I cling to my last grin.
But the day we met was bright. The moon, with its pearl disk and whitish shed of pampering rays was luring all my attention towards you — you were sparkling like diamonds floating in an azure sea, untethered, tranquil, yet uninviting.
Do you remember?
Do you remember our first meeting at that odd hour?
In that lonely street —
Patrolled by stray dogs, where bats feast at night.
Hoot hoot
Ah, an owl — you exclaimed!
But I didn’t.
I was more surprised by your enthusiasm, the energy you unleashed was a spectacle to behold on that moonlit night. Your almost golden hair was illuminating the corner of the streets, shaming the halogen lamp overhead. I can still picture the moment as a deep blue sky indicates a sunny day. How can a mere owl distract me, you say?
Shall we walk — you broke the silence. Uninterrupted, I didn’t bother to look away from you — those sharp eyes kept telling me not to blink even for once, your orange cheek was brightening my heart, and you — you were the siren I became mesmerised with, lost my path towards sanity — you, you made me swim through the ocean of emotions, friendship, and Love.
Oh, how hypnotised I was by your voice;
Booming, bold, and smart — I must say!
But they don’t —
They go deafen with your laughter,
Cackling, they say.
Your voice sounds like a tire screeching;
A broken engine struggling to crank up, they say.
But they don’t know —
Thousands of years of solitude have bruised your voice;
A million years of exile has disheveled your hair;
And countless years of innocence have stilled your movement;
Numb your heart ice-cold, scalding on the outside but ice-cold inside.
How would they know?
They are but strangers —
They are bees collecting seasonal bounty as they go
But I —
I know how poignant you are
Or your heart; only to be dancing with my touch
But I don’t hold access anymore.
It all has become past for me, for that, I haven’t tasted your minty lips for years, my hairs didn’t create the tantalizing feeling on your arms which you adored so much. For that, we have parted ways, cause You and I — we were born to be separated.
But I remain —
I remain in that empty heart as a guard;
So, nobody touches it again.
I remain as I was;
Wrapped around your arms —
Not in person, but as a sensation that lasts forever.
I remain.
