I lived with a memory
I loved a dream
You destroyed that memory
I shattered that dream
Now I live with a self
That is really not me
For the memory took the dream with it
And the dream is but a broken memory...
Sunday, April 25, 2010
Wednesday, April 21, 2010
The Road
This road has taken almost human dimensions for me. So much so much so much do I share with it and like a true friend it silently listens without complaining, without judging, and most importantly without ignoring me, or at least I say that to myself and smile.
I go to and fro on this road at least once a day on a usual routine workday and then sometimes even twice or thrice to meet my work needs, personal needs, and mostly to meet my own expectations for my one-sided love. This road then hears me speak out my unvoiced thoughts aloud. It knows all about what happened on any given day at work or about an evening I spent with friends and most certainly about my love life. Maybe by now it can guess my moods and feelings based on how slow or fast I drive, the songs I hum, or the cuss words (my vocab is limited to such an idiot, stupid, crazy fellow…but nevertheless it is a clue) I mutter under my breath.
If someone were to ever talk about me am sure this road would certainly have the opinion of been there done that over me. It has seen me alone and it has seen me lonely too. It has seen me with my friends and with my love also. Our crazy rush at top speed (40 is the fastest my good ol’ scooty manages) to meet the hurried mornings, our easy pleasure rides to embrace the serene evenings, our laughter, and my tears…this road has witnessed it all. An accident has also been its fair share!
It hears my many thoughts, shares my anxiety and my excitements. I know it feels my pain too and so at times I just stop by the side, waiting to get a hold of myself and be me again. It caresses me with a pleasant breeze as I warm up to the thoughts of a cuddle and it drenches me with raindrops as I breakdown in hopelessness. At times I feel its sharp windy slaps when I succumb to anger and frustration. It takes so much of me, my feelings, my thoughts, my moods that I almost feel indebted for its patience and devotion. Yet each day it remains as is stretching out welcoming me with all my closet cobwebs and my dreams of future.
I am all grateful to you my dear road for being the bridge between loneliness and love, for being my pathway to passion, for being my conduit of responsibility, and my reckless carefree mate who shall one day connect this world to that.
-Monica
I go to and fro on this road at least once a day on a usual routine workday and then sometimes even twice or thrice to meet my work needs, personal needs, and mostly to meet my own expectations for my one-sided love. This road then hears me speak out my unvoiced thoughts aloud. It knows all about what happened on any given day at work or about an evening I spent with friends and most certainly about my love life. Maybe by now it can guess my moods and feelings based on how slow or fast I drive, the songs I hum, or the cuss words (my vocab is limited to such an idiot, stupid, crazy fellow…but nevertheless it is a clue) I mutter under my breath.
If someone were to ever talk about me am sure this road would certainly have the opinion of been there done that over me. It has seen me alone and it has seen me lonely too. It has seen me with my friends and with my love also. Our crazy rush at top speed (40 is the fastest my good ol’ scooty manages) to meet the hurried mornings, our easy pleasure rides to embrace the serene evenings, our laughter, and my tears…this road has witnessed it all. An accident has also been its fair share!
It hears my many thoughts, shares my anxiety and my excitements. I know it feels my pain too and so at times I just stop by the side, waiting to get a hold of myself and be me again. It caresses me with a pleasant breeze as I warm up to the thoughts of a cuddle and it drenches me with raindrops as I breakdown in hopelessness. At times I feel its sharp windy slaps when I succumb to anger and frustration. It takes so much of me, my feelings, my thoughts, my moods that I almost feel indebted for its patience and devotion. Yet each day it remains as is stretching out welcoming me with all my closet cobwebs and my dreams of future.
I am all grateful to you my dear road for being the bridge between loneliness and love, for being my pathway to passion, for being my conduit of responsibility, and my reckless carefree mate who shall one day connect this world to that.
-Monica
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