A collection of little lives, each lived one day at a time…
Sometimes, on good days, for falling in love
And on other days, thinking of the love that could have been there.
Almost.
Don’t know if I should have written this. Don’t know if this comes as a justification, or an excuse. I know the sanest thing I can possibly do now is to think of a busy Monday, work on certain things that would definitely add on to my resume and perhaps some more zeros to my CTC, and then when am tired, just doze off. And wait for another week to begin. But is this life? Odd as it may seem, I keep track of certain blogs (call it stalking if you want to, I don’t care). Logged on to check mails after a pretty busy weekend and out of habit went to one such bookmarked blog. The reason being obvious: today was one of such many days when I was missing some moments of my life, moments when I lived my life, and later passed them off as ‘you don’t need to live every moment of your life for yourself’ with a heavy heart and a smile. And of course some blog posts. And the question bumped into my mind for the n-th time. Do we all really do what we want to? Or is it what we think we shoul...
Months back (or is it years now?) I wrote somewhere, “Naming certain relationships complicate life. So don’t!” From then on, and even before that, I believed in it. And now when I look back, I see more unnamed relationships than named. Not that I can’t give them a name, but I choose not to. Of course, to look at it, all of us have the convenient blanket term ‘friend’ to name it. But somewhere deep down inside, I do know that ‘friend’ does not state it all. Who do I call a friend? Someone who I have been interacting with regularly, share my thoughts and emotions with, or just go out shopping when I have nothing better to do. Or just some random people I say “What’s up dude? Have been thinking of you/ missing you…”? That reminds me…ever thought how “miss you too” is different from “miss you”? It is…trust me! How about missing a habit? As simple as the habit of talking to someone/ about something for hours! Do you miss the person or the habit if it’s curtailed one fine day? Or is it ...
If I had three lives, I’d have fallen… Head over heels in love with you on the first. Hopelessly in love. But torn away, Like they always do. Married you in the second. Have babies, and fight for silly things. But patch up every day with a good night kiss, And morning coffee. The third? Perhaps that life over there At DreamCatcher, sitting alone. Writing, a memoir, Maybe diary. Or this poem. No kids probably A small house with a garden. And a view of the sea. And books. Lots of books – and time to read. I’d be thinner in that life, vegan, Practice yoga. I’d go to art films, Drink martinis in swingy skirts. I would walk on the beach at sunrise, find perfect shell spirals and study pockmarks Water makes in the sand. And I would wonder sometimes, If I’d ever find you. Walking on the beach at sunrise. Looking for me.
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