The night was dark
The breeze was just about right
There she was
There was he.
Time had passed
To say a few years
A lot had changed,
But in their lives.
Maybe not so much between them.
Today when she looked at him
As she walked upto him
To give that one hug
And then walk beside him, behind him,
She cared for him.
But did he care for her?
The question lingered as they walked.
But was it the body or the heart that wanted something more?
What was that something more?
Or just to be held by him for a few seconds more?
the rules dictated a different story.
The night was to have
Minimal Eye Contact.
Amongst those rules what was the heart to do?
That too when you have a heart as untameable as her hair.
The wildness in her wanted to narrate a different story.
But here she was,
Pouring her heart out with an innocence of a child.
For now she knew
Maybe she had a lending ear
Maybe she did not, after all.
But among many,
he should be the one to really know
For what is truly inside.
As she poured her heart and soul to him,
A thought struck her mind:
If she is not who she was
Is he what he was?
Then began the questions.
And their standard answers.
But by now she was wise.
So was he.
She knew a human mind can make lie play truth.
But a human reflex hardly can.
Did her job teach her that?
Or did life?
That’s a debate she pushed aside
For another time.
Here, now, they were.
With no one else in their lives.
The moment was here.
The glasses of two oceans in front of them,
Could hardly control at least one ocean
on table that night.
While the breeze passed through her hair.
As he put a strand behind her ear.
There for a moment
everything came to a standstill.
There was no polaroid.
But just the scalp of her head and his touch.
But here she was
Wiser after years.
Then again there
Longingness didn’t kick in
But will did.
Has anyone ever won from will?
So how could she?
She bounced forward
As leaning was not the option in the moment.
And landed a peck on
his smoke infused lips.
By now it was clear,
the heart wanted him to know
Whether he cared or not cared
6 years and men and women later,
the person sitting
on her side is all that
The night had to move forward.
As time has never been a slave
So what was tonight?
But at least time brought them
Only to seperate them at the court
Where he had to leave.
So did she.
But the time left them with
The humming of their soul.
The crisp touch of each other.
The confusion yet the delight of vanilla, topped with blueberry in the mouth.
A new morning.
A new day.
She was in a crowd.
He was in a crowd.
They met again but this time in a crowd.
As the after taste from the previous night still lingered,
It required a lot to be put at stake tonight.
The safe choice was to not meet each others eyes.
Can one ever really avoid familiarity?
Can one ever really escape the fragrance of self?
As the night progressed
The intoxication did too.
The eyes stayed far.
But they did speak too.
Maybe it was the music.
Maybe it was the silence.
Maybe it was just the presence that made them talk once again.
The night came to an end.
And the other day began.
They met again.
On her way to him.
Was she weak?
Was he weak?
Were they both weak?
This is where I draw your attention to:
The rules dictated a different story.
They didn’t require them to take time.
They didn’t require them to make time either.
But here they both were,
Selfishness didn’t matter.
Neither did longingness.
Accommodating each other in their lives today.
Only one thing to wonder
Was the love they once felt years ago weaker?
Is the love that they feel today a weaker one?
Or is it a pre – meditated game life was playing with them?
In the flow.
Another morning welcomed itself.
She was there.
He was there.
They were there.
Once again, they did welcome the morning together.
As you must have already guessed –
That was not the only morning they welcomed together.
But was the one they did after a really long time.
But was this morning going to have a follow up?
And it followed with another morning.
But every morning,
She had only one need:
The smoke stinking lips of hers
Be the black coffee in his cup.
By this morning
There was no strength
There was no weakness
There was the balance or the quiet.
The one that nature experiences every time
Before the storm hits it with a tragedy.
Tragedy was not too far here either.
This dance of balance was only
But did they know?
Life for both of them had to once
again catch it’s rhythm.
Which only meant one thing
But that is a mystery
Maybe both their minds will have an answer to it.
Maybe she will know how to be with it.
Maybe he will know how to be with it too.
Maybe because now it was not just the weak & wreck having a foreplay.
It was now the time for
WISE. WEAK. WRECK.