That
day, that moment was totally different. Yes, I am talking sense. This happens
to everyone who believes in love, love that blinds and binds you without you
knowing when and where.
The way
you ebbed in and out the view, that was a celebrated glee to my eyes. The eyes
that were tired of broken sleep were soothed by the bluish tint of your
reflection. But I did not want to be disheartened by the truth that lies
clandestine amidst the joyous spell cast by the royal blue. I knew and I retracted
from all the joy that radiated from a distance on to me and the excitement and
merriment were all put to halt. I moved away from a blue to another, to the
blue of the sky. Yes, I started gazing onto the sky to keep me shut from you
and I started making shapes that appealed to my eyes. But my eyes were cunning
that it slipped my control to peep into the blue that watched me. My neck
stared aching but you were still there fading in and out with other onlookers
gazing on you. I retired faking sleep, deceiving me.
I
couldn’t carry on the drama for my eyes forced its lid open to meet yours but
you were gone. You were far from my view. The four eyes that played the game of
(love) settled on to end it. Yes, thus the show ended, I do not know with joy
or fun or gloom. But I know it was over. And as I was wiping off the memory of
the (love) ballad that our eyes had written you rose from the seat to retire
forever. With a heavy heart, not making my eyes meet yours, I bid adieu. Later,
I wrote in my diary of memories…”And we will never meet again”, hoping to meet
you sometime, somewhere.
We meet
to soon part our ways and never to meet again, then why do we actually meet?
There is no reason but then yes we are
destined to meet to just give us the wisdom that certain things are not meant
for us even if we desire for it by heart. Here the eyes met but when the ballad
is written by two hearts, I wish, they are not torn apart but be tethered
forever in unison.
