No matter where we go & what we do in our lives, I know our love will still rise

…. And a part of me still lives in the wishful thinking that may be, just may be this was all a lie.

That somehow, in all these years, you have been preparing to give me my life’s biggest surprise.

A part of me is still not ready to let to of all those things you once confided in Akshay. That no matter where we go and what we do in our lives, our love will still rise.

A part of me which still believes that somewhere down the road, another “Reverie” moment is awaiting the both of us.

That someday, you will show me the door to our happy moments just like you showed me that wallet I gifted you on your birthday. The same wallet you had been saving for 9 months much while pretending that you never received it in the first place.

But then that was you. Could I blame you for segeregating the good memories from the bad when the very relationship you earned those memories from was at stake and your very individuality was the cost that you had to pay for it? I couldn’t.

Deep inside my heart, I always knew you did the right thing. You kept our individual existences above our relationship. I couldn’t understand it then. And I can’t say that I completely understand it now, but I can at least reason with your decision.

It’s funny how we keep looking for answers all around us, but never within ourselves.

Yes, it is one of those moments when the very thoughts of you are tearing again into my brain and this worm of memories is getting the better of me.

It is almost dawn now and all my demons are rushing back inside, hiding from those rays of light that they fear, will blind their vision.

Moments have passed by and there is no sunrise yet. And as I heard the rain drops falling on the window sill, it became clearer to me why darkness is always associated with grief.

The demons are rejoicing.

The night weeps.

I sigh.

“Rain always comes with melancholy.”


The day he told me how he wished we met early

And I still laugh at the time when he once told me covetedly how he wished that he met me early.

There was a subtle honesty in the undertones of his inadvertent confession. And as much as I wanted to hold myself back from taking pride in it and rejoicing the very moment, I just couldn’t bring myself to resist that one rare chance at happiness.

And the next thing I knew was that the oxytocin and the endorphins inside me were bursting at seams, ready to go places.

It was after a long long time that I had witnessed my heart grow fonder and how.

As I now look back to this day, I wonder if he really meant it. Maybe he didn’t. But maybe, he did. After all, he had nothing to lose there. Or did he?

I, on the other hand, still keep wishing that I never met him in the first place.

Even though my mind knows that all this was probably for the best, but my heart perhaps isn’t ready to accept it just yet.

Half-a-year has gone by and everything has moved on just as fast, but a part of me is still stuck there. Alas!

A part of me is still stuck in the stage of denial.

And the whilrpool of all the good memories we made together unabashedly puts my faith on trial.

I wasn’t ready for you to leave, but the way you left will always stay.

Just as I was trying to be okay with the fact that you stabbed me in the back, I saw you spooning the new girl who will soon be another victim of your viciousness.

I was still trying to live with the fact that I was but, a muse to you. That you never really felt what you portrayed. That I was just a friend, with whom you wanted “no strings attached”.

I was still trying to let the bitter fact seep in until one fine day, I saw you inside her collar, trying to sniffle the scent of the perfume she was wearing. It was then that I knew you never deserved the benefit of doubt I kept granting you.

It was then that I had to let go of the last shreds of compassion for you that I had been secretly holding onto.

It was then that I discovered the dark side of vulnerability and realized that our feelings were never in solidarity.

Watching you smile at her antics, as you told her what was supposed to be “our little secret”, I knew that trust is but a treacherous illusion, and there’s no other force bigger on the planet Earth than a man filled with lust.

Day after day, I saw you doing the same things you used to do with me, and eventually I reached a point where I could no longer tell the difference between friends and enemies.

For the lack of emotional strength and the constant urge of not feeling cheated, I started masquerading my way through, and I was doing just fine until one day you two conspired to break the news of her scheduled transfer to our team.

There, you said it. Here, I lost it. That was it. I could never bring myself to look at her the same way again. I have hated her every moment ever since. After all, she now speaks in your language – with the same sense of pride, and in innuendos thrown in the same coveted style. No wonder you found an escape in her desperation. Congratulations, you two are indeed made for each other.

Cut to five months back in time.

Sitting inside that room, right next to you, I almost choked under the weight of all the bad decisions I had made when I was with you.

And yet you sat there like a dumb spectator who had no idea about the impending doom.

The one who had nothing to do with the woman whom he used to talk to day and night. The same woman who was her closest confidanté at one point in time.

And while I was choking under the weight of my own mistakes, I realized that selfless people have the biggest cost to pay.

I faced humiliation for caring too much. May be that famous NYC blogger was right, I shouldn’t have given a fuck!

But I did, anyway. And now, it was too late. The damage was already done. Endless phonecalls were now just on records. Free text messages always showed the same status. Three sets of antidepressants sneaked their way into my daily routine. My so-called friends on WordPress were happy that I was back. And then there was my family giving me lectures on self-help.

Darkness enveloped my thoughts so tight that I couldn’t see that my integrity was getting compromised.

It was time.

Time for some sunshine.

You see, it was all still fine, until you (not her) entered my life.

I can’t stay..

Grief is the only constant that has never left me disappointed.

And its sharp realism has been telling me: “there’s no reason for you to stay.”

Your mere presence is a repeated reminder of the pain that won’t go away.

And I, I can’t stay.

I see all the mistakes I have ever made, each time I look at your face.

And I, I can’t stay.

You are a living embodiment of my failures and all the bad decisions I could possibly make in this life.

Here I look at you and there my heart already knows that I, I can’t stay.

That partial side smile of yours punches me in the gut as I come to terms with the fact that it was all a facade.

Caught up in the web of your lies, I find it difficult to trust again, and I know that I, I can’t stay.

My whole world comes crashing down whenever I feel you around.

It’s a catastrophe from which I should ideally be running away, and as I write this down, I know that I can’t stay.

With you, I have met the worst side of me, and each day it threatens to kill the little compassion left inside me.

The candle is burning at both ends as the kindness is at stake, and therefore I, I just can’t stay.

Each time I see you around, I create an abuse or two in my own language, trying to find the right words to describe the real you.

The rot has grown deeper as the hurt could never let itself out in the public domain, and I know it’s time, I know I can’t stay.

My conscience keeps begging me to not lay the guns down in front of jealousy, but in the end, we both know who wins.

I will call it quits and wave the white flag instead, so that there’s no scope left for the jealousy to be back in the game ever again.

It’s time to look beyond what’s done and look forward to better things coming my way. For I know now that moving on essentially means that I can’t stay.

The thing about moments..

I need to preserve it, this one gem of a moment when I felt alive as you held my hand one last time..

Are there enough words to describe how my soul got tarnished off the sins it had committed that eventually led to you drifting apart from me?

I guess not! There aren’t sufficient or even appropriate words to describe the multiplicity of emotions that gushed through each vein under my skin in that very moment..

Phases wherein the very virtuality of my dream made me live the moments which were once a part of my life’s only reality..

Moment when your right cheek brushed across my left as you bent down to pick up my phone that I subconsciously dropped as I saw you after so many years..

I guess not! there aren’t enough words to describe what I felt when your eyes caught mine looking at you, adoring you for all the good that you are..

Moment when I felt your touch as if the thirsty soul within me got submerged in the magic potions of love dripping off from every nook and corner of your skin..

The moment when you agreed as I insisted you to stand next to me for the group photograph that I wished was our selfie, I felt nothing but complete..

No, there aren’t enough words to describe its intensity for I kept on ignoring my chronic back ache just to live those moments – even though as part of my dreams during sleep.

Someday, all this will fade away

Someday, all this will fade away.

The anxiety that plays hide and seek with you at every odd hour of the day.

The bulimia nervosa which always coaxes you into thinking that cocoa and sugar combine is the best escape.

The soundless cries for help, that are more often than not, accompanied by the thoughts poisonous enough to intoxicate your entire existence.

The endless hours of tears falling from your eyes for no apparent reason at all.

The emotional outbursts that are mostly triggered by the fumes of jealousy engulfing your soul from within.

The never ending process of resurrection each time your soul dies a little.

The countless wakes you have held in your mind palace to commemorate all that is there to cherish in your otherwise empty life.

The constant struggle of trying to be good enough – not just for the world to acknowledge your presence, but for yourself.

Someday, there will be an end to this fight between your heart and mind.

And on that day, It won’t matter who won this tug of war because in this battle of hearts, the stakes have always been high.

Someday, everything will make sense – the smudged Kohl around your swollen eyes, the puffs of smoke filling up the air amid dimmed lights, tirelessly waiting for replies on those dark & long nights, all those clichés you despised and how they made you sigh!

Someday, you will stop wearing emotions at your sleeve and giving into your vulnerabilities.

Someday, your charred soul will start shedding the ashes of your dreams and only hope will reside on the periphery of your skin.

Someday, you will forgive yourself for squeezing your heart out of love.

Someday, your conscience will finally be at peace with itself for torturing your mind to an extent that you wanted to kiss death at last.

Someday, you will realize why they say “past is in the past”.

Someday, you will learn to let go of the hurt and embrace the pain as if it were the only thing that ever mattered.

When my life became a paradox in itself…

There are days when I feel like burying you alive and then there are some when you give me that side smile.

That one smile which makes me forget the kind of monster you are in real life.

That one smile which makes my heart grow fonder as it manages to hold onto the last shreds of hope.

Hope that you almost snatched away from me when you walked out on me.

There are days when the memories of our shared past make me smile and then there are some when your mere presence makes me wanna cry.

What kind of sorcery is this? I still don’t understand, no matter how hard I try.

Have you ever find yourself gasping for some fresh air when you are standing right in the middle of the garden full of dead plants? That is exactly the kind of restlessness I feel now whenever I see you around.

Do you remember you once told me that it cannot go on like this.

That we were just colleagues who could never be more than friends.

Perhaps the only thing I feel you have been right about, all along.

It cannot go on forever like this, sure.

I cannot let you dance at the grave of my emotions as my conscience weeps beside the coffin of my feelings.

I can’t let you conquer my thoughts as I choke on the remnants of all that I believed was there between us.

No, I can’t do this anymore.

Sitting there like a dumb spectator, watching you mock my entire existence is killing me every moment. If I let you win this time, I might never be at peace with myself.