A golden memory....

When we sat there long ago, in woods far away from home and city..... your eyes reflected the spark of  youth. It was when you read to me, the poems of shakespeare and wordsworth that i knew you were more of a poet than a lover. It was when we saw the skyline and its changing hues, that i realised about your nature.

The rowing boat, in which i sat looking at the moon, you always turned around each time to see me deep in the mood. I wondered what it would be like to cry in here, with someone like you. To feel the security of your presence, and the warmth of your words. The melodious voice mumbling the lines of a poem. It was that time i realised, it was not you i had fallen in love with but the poet in you.

Always we discussed about our life together, swearing to make it work in the toughest of times and still be one. That was when i knew how a noble human being  you were, how much you always loved me, and how all those vows you made to me were from that poet’s heart. Lovely were your eyes. Those which told the story of the day. Teary watery when you fought a lot, tired and red when you worked hard, soft and blue always in love and mirror clear for me.  That time i realised this time was very much precious to me. Your eyes won’t always be soft and blue, overtime they would become hard and dark, with years of patience and hard work you would be someone a poet would describe to be a man in love.

How i miss those eyes of yours! There’s no way to bring you back. It was when long back you were mine, those eyes though now hard and dark were always like a mirror to me. A gateway to your soul. I sit by the lake, see the boats rowing, and changing hues of the sky, its beginning to get dark. My inner life filled with darkness does not bother about the outsides. ‘cause your eyes of a gateway, a new hope each day were no more.

Its been long dear, quite so long that now i wonder if you even remember  me. I did wrong when i left this place. I left you behind. I left this lake of love. I left all those memories  made under the tree singing, reading and talking.. L

I don’t know where you are. If you are alive, its been ten years. Now you must be 30 years old. I guess you must be married, settled someplace else. You changed your house and left no trace of your whereabouts. But i am here to get you back. This lake of love, this setting sun will bring you back my dear. I will wait, i will wait till eternity ends, i will wait forever till my life stands.

It was quite dark now. I am sitting here on the bench on the lakeside, waiting for you. I am losing faith dear, please come fast. I beg you god, i just want to see him once, just once and then i’ll be gone. I love you dear and i always have. The world is cruel and i have realised that.

The rustling of trees from the woods brought a peculiar smell of flowers and dust mixed. It was around ten o’clock when i was on the verge of losing my faith. I almost got up and was about to leave when i heard footsteps of  his.... even the strange noise of them had a peculiar feel, i could smell his presence and seee him smiling behind me.. when i turned around to see he was there, standing, the years gone had taken a toll on him and his eyes were hard and steel like, the softness in voice had gone, replaced by a husked tone which was man like, a rugged look on his face as he searched the unkown for some signs of knowledge. When i came in the distant light of the street light, his face showed nothing but astonishment. I was in tears. We came close, not sure whether the long years had brought us to love more, or just made our feelings a distant memory. Our eyes met and i could tell, how he must have longed to see me all these years. Mine was a condition conditioned with circumstances, and a bit of selfishness. His was godly and selfless.

I was very glad and ran towards him, we held each other tightly for sometime, just feeling the closeness, of being together. It was very beautiful a feeling, which we knew was but to last a few minutes. After we released eachother from the grasp, i saw in his eyes the same softness the same love and the same poet like look of years before.

I realised today, though you may grow old and tough but love remains same, and those feelings unchangeable.

We expressed our feelings, and that was not the end but just the beginning of our life together, the period of adversity was over and we had won J 

As it starts drizzling, we hold together each other as tight as we can, the cold winds bursting with energy... and we walk down memory lane hand in hand through the same streets we once met each other long back..

Life plays tricks but not to fall for them is the wisest thing........