A Liar's Guide to the Dreams..

In the dead of the night, the dreams come in one by one. They cling to you with soft acceptance, and they know it all..

These are the dreams which leave a note of remembrance. They cling to our tongues like a bittersweet delight.

They feel familiar, though their flavour melts in the mouth... and taste distinctly unusual.


January 17, 2007

L is for the way...

“I’m not free. I never was and I never will be.”

“I know your flaws, but I can’t stop thinking of you.”

"Please, baby."

"Baby, please."

“Don’t lie to me. I know you too well. Please stop lying. Please.”

“I can’t stay. Not any longer. I can’t stay, baby.”

“Please, baby.”

“I am sorry.”

"This is not working out."

“I am so sorry.”

Sorry.”


The pen falls, the lamps dim, and thin hearts stop beating. Love dies. Suddenly.




Do you know what loneliness is like?? It is worse, far worse than dying. Because death is a surety. You never know when loneliness hits you with the vast acres of open land inside you, and you suddenly realize how tired you are, how exhausted. All you want to do is have a night’s sleep… sleep that you need, sleep that you covet. But sleep eludes you. You stare hollow-eyed at the ceiling, waiting for something, anything. But nothing comes. Nothing happens. Nothing.

Love you. Love you. Love you so much. Its like dying, sometimes it hurts so bad that it feels like there is nothing beyond the pain. And beyond the pain, lies the peace. The peace that soothes and calms. The peace that comes after letting go. The peace that dulls the ache, and loosens the strings.

It did not work. It was not meant to, perhaps.

Good bye my darling. I will remember. But good bye for now.

4 comments:

bimbabati said...

You need chocolates.
Pronto.

panu said...

Bimbo - yes i do.

Lots and lots.

I am having lotsa.

dont worry.

good morning, midnight said...

Ki hoyechche? *hugs*

panu said...

hoyechhe... kichhu. tui to shunchhis na ar. Rotter!

Much better now, though.