Today when the sun would shine tearing apart the night's gloom,
It would peep through my curtains in search of it's friend
But, I would be gone.
The wind would carry the faint smell of my breath,
The creased bedsheets would announce my farewell,
The lonely chair in my room would sag in dismay,
The yellowing pages would lease life,
The blotted stains on those crumpled leaves of my worn out diary would hold my memory,.
The hawker by my door would miss a buyer,
The ice-cream parlour, would miss a lover.
I would no longer hear the honk of a roadside romeo,
Nor my mom's familiar clink of bangles,
No newspaper would glorify my disappearance,
Life would go on, but I would be gone.
"My love is enough for both of us", she often felt those words ring in her heart. She finally had understood that life wouldn't always follow her designs. That people are meant to leave but their memories won't. She often had wondered how someone could love her to such an extent when that person had always known that she wouldn't reciprocate those feelings. How could a person stand by her when she always acted as a fleeting shadow. She never had given hope for she knew the pain of dejection but he kept hoping like a hopeless vagabond. How she wished that he would some day hate her enough to let go. She devised ways to free him from this web, she acted cold, turned indifferent, did everything he detested and she finally saw some changes. It was a relief, he finally seemed to take hold of his life. She could see him grow responsible. He finally it seemed was learning to love himself. Phone calls died, meetings subsided, they become known strangers. All this while ...
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