A Dreamer's Dreams
Thursday 28 March 2024
The Aftermath
The Realization
Heartbeats echoed without a rhyme,
She stood waiting for it to fray,
As earthly things often slip away.
But his existence endured, firm and true,
Not in form or what others construe,
Beyond the past haze of minds bared,
It remained in the words they shared.
In the timeless void where worlds collide,
He revealed dimensions unseen, untried,
But unaware of his own intense sway,
As she marveled at the truths on display.
While he unlocked the doors to the unknown,
In his own world, he roamed all by his own,
She, in reverence, stood stunned by the sight,
Of his essence, a beacon in the gloomy night.
Monday 11 March 2024
Him #7
His love language is exotically adorable! He isn't the one who would sing about his love from the rooftops. He is painfully shy and logical. He is definitely not someone who will flood her space with sweet, mushy words or type too many irrelevant, sugary sentences when they chat on the social media. He knows, those things are not quite consistent. And he has always loved gifting her consistency as a mark of respect for his affection towards her. He is the one who watches her from the corner of his eye, observing every little thing she does. A giant of a man who has the world at his feet, adores her enough to ask her to be careful when she is standing at some hidden corner of a room, comically balancing herself to wear her shoes. When her glasses fog and she is registering how to get it cleaned, he gets her a tissue paper despite being engrossed in work. When she sneezes, his hand reflexly switches off the fan. No words, mind you. When she's sick, he rushes to give her the medicines at midnight. No hugs or kisses but lucid instructions on how to take them. When she tells him that she misses him, he thinks for a while and tells her the feasible time to meet instead of saying that he misses her too. Always the problem solver! He expresses his sweet essence sometimes. And the way he does, nobody can. He doesn't write about eternity, soul dissolving embraces, tender kisses or dreamy moments but he writes about a realistic future with her by his side, hoping she will remain till he breathes his last. She, who did not believe in knights in shining armours, has found a rare one. His armour is slightly rusted for he has been fighting wars since a long time. And that is why, he is perfect.
Sunday 3 March 2024
Why I Run?
Sunday 11 February 2024
Her #6
She is more often wrong than right due to the innate paranoia obscuring clarity. And she is impatient to know all the answers immediately. Then she has to immediately decide on a course of action. When truth finally shows up, she almost faints with embarrassment.
He told her the most beautiful thing she has ever heard in her 37 years of life. It isn't, 'I love you'. That, he demonstrates better in so many ways. He said that he sees her as the same entity that he is within while he has his inner dialogues. That's a priceless thing to be told. Perhaps the most intimate thing which is beyond any eternal concept of love and togetherness. To be someone's mental counterpart is a unique privilege.
This is where the divide between him and her is relinquished. This is where the boundary between 'to be' and 'not to be' is lost. This is where the barriers that cause conflicts get lost. This is where shadows meet the souls and souls meet the source. This is where they are irrevocably one.
Saturday 3 February 2024
Her #5
That blue flame burning in his eyes, restless and wild, is beautiful to behold. One that he protects so fiercely, with all his might. She likes the way he describes the lively essence of his solitude - The lone, peaceful crocodile in the swamp, patiently waiting for its prey. It is whole in itself, and needs no validation. She, however, does not want to be the swamp fern he floats by whenever he wishes to. She is the hornbill, she belongs to the sky. Do you know an interesting fact about hornbills? They are not meant for solitude. They are known to pair up and build a cozy home. The lovelorn female hornbill knows no life if her mate does not return.
Let us celebrate the differences but also remember that the crocodile and the hornbill cannot end up together.