Love

I got up startled from my half death. I tried hard to look in the dark at the one who had spoiled my sleep. And there she was, pushing my legs gently.

Normally she ruffled my hair and told sweet nothings but tonight she was sitting far away, expecting a confrontation.

“What do you want from me now? Ha vent I had enough? Why are you troubling me now?

She lowered her gaze but did not say a word.

“Enough tears have been shed for you, enough nights stayed awake, enough days I have spent thinking of you, enough have you wronged my heart”, my subdued voice spoke.

“Don’t Say that”, she said, visibly hurt.

I went on, the pain now more prominent in my tone, the defeat more traceable in my sigh,

“I remember all the sweet moments I spent with you but now, enough roads have I walked with you, enough of your holding my arm, enough the soft feel of your gentle breasts, enough of your lips which turn into a fake smile.

With decisiveness I spoke, “Enough have I run away from responsibilities, enough of befriending leisure and enough of enmity with practicality”.

“Why don’t you understand Razi? You mean a lot to me, a lot”

“O please, Stop that! You promised me that I will find you this time. But you are just an illusion,
O Love, you are just a facade. No one can really find you. What a fool I was to believe in you”.
And you know what, I really don’t need you now, I am absolutely fine without you.
Enough is what I find of you in my mothers lap, in my fathers blessings, on my brother’s shoulder, in my sister’s innocence, in my friend’s laughter”

“Why don’t you go to those who yearn for you, who are lying awake waiting to hear your tap on the doors of their hearts?
And what will you give them after they open the doors? Just suffering, anguish, distress?

You are just an evil guide who directs to a destination which promises only torture and torment.

Leave me alone. This heart is devoid of all these trivial emotions. You have killed it. Now go. Go from here, Leave me alone.

Love had tears traversing her beautiful countenance and I knew I had hurt her.

“I have only meant good for you, I want that you get the most of this world but there is one force stronger than me and that’s Fate. It binds my wrists tight and whips me when I think helping you ,when I want to do something for you.
I punish myself every moment when I see you in throbbing pain.
I crucify myself every instant when I notice your distress.
And still I come to you because I so badly want to be with you.

I raised my hands and asked for her as she embraced me amidst tears.

After a throbbing silence as we engaged ourselves in deep thought, I asked Love
“Then why did she say that she won’t see me again”.
“She was so close to me; I really thought I had found you in her. And now she tells me that she won’t see me ever again,”

“That girl didn’t believe in the eternity of togetherness but only in the temporary moments of brief romance” Love replied,

“You deserve better Razi, we may have failed this time but life teaches you to move on.
I promise you one day you will get what u are looking for, one day Fate would release me and I will come running to you for unending bliss and an everlasting ecstasy. I have just come to tell you that I am there for you and will never let go of you. You will be with me forever.
One day you will believe that I EXIST” she said this and vanished in thin air.

I lied down back, pulled the blanket on my head secretly hoping that what she said was true.

Quiver....

Quiver: It’s considered a case for arrows…but in my Quiver I have stories.
My stories, my arrows are made of Pain and laden with little thin strings of Pleasure. They have been sharpened by sorrow and been burnt in the heat of grief. When my arrows become hot they are cooled in the flow of hope.
I keep these arrows in my quiver and the Quiver close to my heart but now the time has come to remove these stories one by one and aim at you all who live between a grasping life and a strangling death.
Some of them are sharp, meant to hurt you…real nasty. Some of them would wander aimlessly... …some of them would be true…some would be blatant lies.
And mind you, I am a trained marksman coz I have learnt a lot from my teacher, the tough taskmaster called Life.
And here I raise my First Arrow called Love, take an aim with my bow made of touching words towards your heart.