Unbreaking Chains

 

159 days = 22 weeks and 5 days.

Ask yourself, what do you do with 159 days? You go on a long trip. Fly across oceans and conquer all the land borders you can find. Drink too much. Meet people. Fall in love. Fall in lust. Get lost. Lose yourself.

159 days = 22 weeks and 5 days.

Work? Study? You may also go on with your routine. Live the life you have always known. Or perhaps the life you have always wanted to live or the life you were trying to escape from.

Write a book. Discover an element. Try out for a mindless reality show.  Finish the Harry Potter series.

159 days = 22 weeks and 5 days.

I called out your name. Deafening silence. Everyday. Day and night. I called out your name. Repeatedly, until my voice gave out. My heart gave out. And you never came back.

159 days = 22 weeks and 5 days since you went off to the sunset. I am still here, calling out your name.

Tomorrow, I do this all over again.

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Over Coffee and Goodbyes

A Story to Tell

Have you ever thought, how something so clear can ever make you feel disoriented? Confused that one very turn, clouded judgments, complicated decisions, can cause tears —

Immense pain. Make you lose countless battles.

They met, not by fate, but by chance. Fell in love, deeply, by choice but never by reason.

Have you ever thought, how something so hopeless, can ever make you feel this optimistic? You hope, and fervently pray that at the end of the winding road, you see her. Waiting.  That maybe, just maybe, you did something right.

To deserve her. To be loved by someone like her.

They met, not by fate, but by chance. Fell in love, deeply, by choice and never because of circumstances.

She needed her. Held her. Made her feel alive. One bus ride. One perfect day at the beach. One starry night at the castle towers.

Then one lifetime without her.

Have you ever thought, how something so beautiful can ever make you feel this. Unbearable darkness. With her last words of hate, stinging your soul. Scarring you for eternity.

They met, not by fate, but by chance. Do they say goodbye out of choice?

Never Stop.

Anywhere But Here.

 

Listen closely.

Do you hear the familiar lines of our song?

She asks.

Do you want to dance?

I smile.

Do we take it slow?

She leans in.

Do I hold her?

Listen again.

Is that her voice calling me home?

Or is that us saying goodbye?

Listen.

Linger.

One Night

That first moment.

She saw this girl, walking towards her direction.

Giddy, as a kid on Christmas day. Nervous, desperate on what to say.

Butterflies, fluttering in a  million different ways.

That inexplicable feeling, when she pulled her closer.

Just a breath away.

She closed her eyes, with the scent of her skin, lingering.

Heightened senses.

She touched her, at the back of her neck.

Warring heart and mind.

She kisses, painstakingly, with all of her.

Conflicted. Body and soul.

Of Bus Stops & Last Chances.

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Longing, as each day passes.

Defying logic, odds, and sanity.

Of a thousand fluttering butterflies.

Questions, the hows and whys.

Reaching across the bed, finding, wanting, craving.

In thoughts and dreams.

In sweet smiles and hollow pains.

In harsh reality and peaceful escapes.

Hold on. Hang in there.

Stay with me.