If I met you… again…
I would have hugged you and greeted you with flowers…
I would have watched your glowing face, long shiny hair, gazed at your penetrating eyes, captured the glimpses of a tiny light hidden beneath your eyes…
I would have taken you to all beautiful places on earth…
I would have taken you home, cooked a scrumptious meal, some seafood and homemade pasta topped with breadcrumbs and watched you licked the crumbs off your plate…
I would have convinced you to go on an impromptu road trip on a rainy chilly day, leaving the traffic behind, listening to ABBA, Carpenters, Fleetwood Mac and BeeGees, humming along some favorite songs, and enjoying a counter meal on the highways…
We would have walked along the side of the river bank on a twilight evening, brushing our shoulders pretending it was an accident, touching your hands, holding firm and feeling the chillness of your hands…
We would have jumped on river rocks, immersed our foot in running water, listened to the music of prolonged silence, walked over pebble stones under water, trudged through wet leaves, escaped from the leeches…
We would have laid beneath the stars, in the midst of the jungle, tucked under the groves, wrapped our arms around, felt the joy of smelling firewood crackling smoke, laughed as we sang our favourite songs out of sync…
We would have taken a walk together on a rainy mud road, I would have pulled you closer to my chest to protect you from the drizzles, realizing we are already drenched and you would have leaned on me…, I would have allowed your anxious fingers to run through my chest hair…
We would have taken a bath together, I would have opened your seashell lips, as silky as an escaping slimy fish in water and as salty as the ocean wind, kissed it…
I would have felt your heart beats, as your lips part and the anxiousness creeping in…
I would have taken a deep dive with you, explored the ocean levels and brought you back to the shore…
I would have been a content man in your arms, made efforts to be with you for you, through thick and thin, love running in my veins…
It would have been magical, if we had allowed it to happen to find our inner radiance…
We would have been, elegant, graceful, supportive, celebrative and emotionally available…
Now, I am in exile, enjoying the peace of my bed, surrounded by white walls and beautiful nurses.
I watch them treating my body as a pebble, tend it with water, smoothing it gently, trying to bring back my numbness in their sharp needles, trying to bring me a good sleep…
My hallucinating brain rummaging through the memory lanes, brought this faded “impossible to have” romantic possibilities.
Sometimes, night wind brings me the smell of your hair and whispers of your voice. They linger in my rooms, hushing upon my weakening nose and ears. I smell them and feebly hear time to time, and it tasted as salty as the ocean wind…
I fancied you’d return the way you said. But I grew very old and I have forgot your name by now.
I feel I should have held you with me forever.
I am as lonely as an abandoned empty train standing in the rain, trying to enter into an abandoned tunnel and disappearing there right away…
Inspirations:
~ Inspired from ABBA, Carpenters, Fleetwood Mac and BeeGees music bands and their songs. They are legends and geniuses. Its okay if they are underrated, but they didn’t jump on the bandwagon. I am one among the cult music followers of these bands not just they are popular, but they are profound, created pure music with depth and soul, 0% nudity and 100% talented. Even a die hard metal fans would turn up these bands in their car.
~ Inspired by Elephant Journal, Pablo Neruda & Sylvia Plath.
Image Courtesy:
1. The Road
Location: British Columbia, Canada. Photographed By: Daniel Barstead
2.Campfire
Location: New Zealand. Photographed By: Daniel Rauber
3. Abandoned Tunnel
Location: Helensburg, New South Wales, Australia. Photographed By: Anthony Ginman
4. Abandoned Train
Source: Pinterest
Location: Salt Lake, Bolivia. Photographed By: Keith Alexander
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