The incarnadine love

Flowing like the waterfall, Innocent like the blooming flower, Pure like the first rain, there she was standing on the crossroad. A girl from small town, with high hopes and dreams so big. She moved places like a twig in the wind. She worked so hard to recreate the mien and magic of a city girl that the distance was only magnified.

Alone in this cruel world, she sought company. With no one in sight, she looked within.

“O City of clouds, can you tell?

O ocean of stars, can you take me to the place I seek?

Like the rain in the drought land,

like a child running after kite,

like a mirage in the desert,

of how a devotee seeks his god,

that’s how I seek you.”

Broken and hopeless, she had a crack in the soul. Little did she realize, the light that came in through it.

His saturnine spirit appealed to her, the comfort in his eyes, and the perfect glaze. For her, he was rustic delectation. She hugged him fiercely. They both were gadabout. Sailing through and drifting apart, touching each other’s lives like waves.

Her love for him was accepted with alacrity. Was she thrilled. What she didn’t know was how he was equivocating. Her assiduous love didn’t deter her even when his love for her was sinuous, winding and unwinding. But she needed more than diaphanous hope. An iota of effort from him could palliate her pain. The voices in her heart wanted to tell him how she felt.

Under the turbid water, was the tsunami of the unspoken words. But the words written on air disappeared as she walked on. The lambent look from him was better than the diamonds shining, better than the sunshine. The story now seemed to be fugacious for her, for he was perplexed.

It rained the whole night and she sat by the fire. The fetor of failing hopes was getting stronger.

When the sun shines on you

Do you see me as the light?

Or when the moon rises

Do you find me in the stars?

I see you every morning

In the wrinkles of my bedsheet

I see you every evening

As the teardrops on my pillow

There it was. The hopes rose again. Bifurcating the dreams from reality is difficult. He wasn’t around but she couldn’t just shrug off the feeling of immense love she realized she had for him

You and I

Tied with an incarnadine thread

You and I

With Blue under the Brown

Hurt so many times,

Became inured to moments of helplessness

You and I

We’re struggling in this broken world

Dawn after dusk, we await

Five minutes of summer in this freezing winter

Rays sneaking out of dark clouds

Like a leaf floating in the sea

We are two rain drops on the leaf

Falling on the ground where we’ll meet

The ground awaits us

For another life will sprout