one of these days...


With the increasingly crawling night, I could feel the tension rising. It was a beautiful summer evening; we were sitting in a park with no other living soul in sight. I was looking into her eyes and she was into mind. We were silent of course, but the conversation that was going between us was beyond anything words could ever express. She was sad as usual, trying to break free from the argument that was raging inside her head. I could clearly see her dilemma, on one side were her dreams, her desires, on the other side the chains imposed by society. But how was I any different, I was fighting my own war. Is it right to say anything to her, now that we both know that it’s never gonna happen between us. I tried to look in a different way, at anything else, but how could u not look at someone who’s inside your head.
I looked at her again, but this time in her eyes I saw something different, something mischievous, her gaze was a soul penetrating one and it was asking a question. It was like she had made up her mind and now it was time for me to make mine. I realized that whatever I’m gonna do now is going to change my life forever, but I didn’t care. I had made my decision. I wanted to be with her; wanted her to be mine. I leaned into her and it was like she was waiting for a long time for me to make such a move. She leaned into me and when our lips met, I could see my confusion, my hesitation melting away. I was falling into an abyss with no bottom at all and it was as if the time has stopped altogether. That through the union of two lips I’ve finally found my sanctum. Finally after what seemed as an eternity when our lips parted, we were two different people. I stole a glance into her eyes; she was still in some kind of trance, then she looked at me too, with a bemused expression like she was still trying to comprehend the change in the fortunes and the strange turn of events. Still nobody could speak a word. The silence grew stronger and the twilight slowly gave way for the dark night that crept upon the whole world. She signaled me that we should leave. But just when we were about to leave, holding hands and in the anticipation of what was to come after this, I was distracted by a loud knocking sound. I tried to focus but I saw her melting away. I held her hand tightly but another loud sound and a blinding light made me let go of her hand. I turned my head in the direction of that light and found my flat mate holding the curtains in his hand and shouting- dude, get up; we are going to be late again.
 I sat up in complete disbelief, so fast that I startled him. I looked around, it was my room alright. So it was a dream and yet it felt so real I almost couldn’t believe that it didn’t happen. Involuntarily my hands went up to my lips and I smiled at myself and said- one of these days my love, one of these days.

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