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The Meeting

PicsArt_1373797698171-1Far away from here
In a distant land
Away from the sea
There is a shore

With breeze so salty
You can taste it on your teeth
And on your tongue and lips

With salmon sunsets
Alabaster moonlight
Dipping into the orange horizon

Here, on this shore
We can stand as equals
Unbridled by our
Lack of sorrow and pain
Non-existent problems
And thoughts of loss and gain

Your flyaway hair
Golden and free
Your bright sapphire eyes
More wondrous than the sea
Wash over me
Wash over me…

You are the waves
Powerful and wild
And I, Oh I so badly
Want to play with you
Alas! I am scared of the ocean
I never did learn how to swim

So I’ll stand on my shore, this distant land
With my feet firmly planted in the sand
Golden kernels caging my toes
I’ll wait for you to hit the shore

Far away from here
In a distant land
Away from the sea
There is a shore.

And on that shore, you and I
Water and sand
Will meet.

And you, my darling
Will wash over me

Find My Presence

Look for me in the trees
Midst the lush green foliage
I promise you will find more memories than one
Of times when we would go there, and sit in nature’s lap
Or pretend to be lost adventurers, seeking concealed muddy paths

Look for me in the fall
When the leaves have turned amber
They drop like the rain, covering your path
See these leaves, and think of love
Think of sunshine, and happiness
And of the months gone by, devoid.

Look for me in the trails that we once left behind
On those sandy lands, lined with cobbled webs
They are worn out and dusty, but here, answers you will find
Hidden under those golden grains
Lie the solutions to all your darkest troubles
Hear them in my silenced voice

Look for me where the ocean clears
Where blue meets white, and white meets yellow
Build your sandcastles
But forget me not, for the stories we have made on these salty shores
Are the ones you will remember forever more

Look for me when the snowflakes fall
As you shovel this white beautiful mess
In these intricate designs, you will feel my call
Reminding you of heart-breaking has-beens
Think of me, each time you see this shimmering sheet
And shed those silent tears for those Christmases gone by,
With no presents from me.

Look for me in the pages of an old diary
Cry, as you feel my fingertips, brush across the paper
For a mere second, let go of what is lost
And hold me in your embrace as if I were there
In flesh and blood

Look for me in the years gone by
You have aged, as time has worked on you
But I, rest as I always was
Kept alive by your memory
Still young, and fresh. Smiling.
In those dog-eared photographs

Look for me in every corner
Of this ghostly land
Green and gray, stones everywhere
And corpses lie below your feet, rotting.
Run your fingers over those letters and say them out loud
Let the wind catch your words and float them my way
For nostalgia will strike even those who wish to forget

Look for me, and you will find
My lingering presence.

Beauty

They walked on the mud road.

Their sandals, slapping against the wet red clay, made soft by the rains.

The girl, on one side. The boy, on the other.

They maintained this distance, of an arm’s length, throughout their walk.

A minute…

Two minutes…

Thirty minutes…

An hour…

And then two…

The boy couldn’t break through the wall of her musings.

Her concentration was impenetrable.

He finally asked her that, which had been on his mind for far too long.

“Are you beautiful?”

She looked up. For the first time, he had managed to break that barrier.

She did not meet his eyes.

When she spoke, her voice flowed out, musical and soft. So soft that had it not been quiet enough to hear the crickets chirp, he might have never caught her words.

“I’m as beautiful as you want me to be.”

He looked at her.

He really looked at her.

He looked at her dark eyes.

Her luscious black hair, braided into one thick plait.

Her face, dabbed unevenly with talcum powder.

The gap between her two front teeth.

Those golden hoops, dangling from her small ears.

Her wrists, lined with glass bangles that shone in the light.

The saree, that was draped around her.

The smell of jasmine, that he knew only as her own.

The sound of her laughter, echoing through the air, resonating with unfathomable happiness.

He smiled.

Her’s was a simple life.

The pleasures that gave her those moments of happiness, too were as simple.

The sweetness of a mango, as she squeezed its flesh, while biting into its pulp, juice dribbling down the corner of her chin.

The laughter when she saw the children play on the street.

The innocence with which she looked at men.

The honesty in her eyes when she spoke to him.

The trust which she had sold to him, at the price of her life.

The reverence that she associated with only family.

The fear of loss. And, of regret.

The wonder when she looked at the stars, scattered across the night sky.

The playfulness with which she gathered the cool water in the palms of her hands and splashed his face.

The naughtiness with which she climbed trees.

The awe with which she spoke of her big city dreams.

The care with which she added spices in the food she cooked.

The love in her eyes when she smiled.

The childishness that she embodied.

The unadulterated glee that he heard in her voice, whenever she spoke.

And how he wished that she would speak more often.

The musicality of her voice, and in her words.

The colours that burst out of her, more colourful than the brightest hues of any Holi celebration.

The bravery, coupled with kindness.

The lives she inspired.

The pale shadow of the moonlight, on her face, when she snuck out on full moon nights.

The sunlight that illuminated her face in the early mornings.

The life in her when she danced under the crying skies, during the first rains of the monsoons.

“They are only tears of joy”, she would say.

The little quirks that defined her.

Her spirit that said nothing would stop her.

Her ideas that were far beyond her age.

The simplicity that underlined her upbringing.

The determination that she would be someone.

The ethereal sight that she was in the depths of darkness.

The lessons that he had learnt from her.

The friendship he had found in her.

The need that she had instilled in him.

She looked at him, and smiled, barely.

But that alone was enough for him.

“How beautiful am I?” She whispered.

“As beautiful as beauty can be.” He breathed.