The Shadow!

It's been quite sometime now, since we said our goodbyes. Still I feel a presence lingering around. Shadows of the past, play a trick in my head. Like an illusion they appear and disappear. Then they stay in my head. Guess that's all that's left behind.

I see a strange semblance. Like science attributes the length of a shadow to the intensity of light, I attribute these shadows to the warmth of your memories that cloud my mind and heart. On some bright mornings, I wake up confident, alive and real. Sunshine creeps through the flimsy drapes and wakes me up with a smile as bright as her. On those days I am me. I wear my favorite sundress, put on my sandals, add just a li'l gloss to my lips and set out with a pen and the notebook.

The warm rays of the sun give me a light tan and a lot of happiness. 'Coz I am sitting by the old oak tree, writing. On those days you crowd my thoughts and capture my mind. The memories of the sunny days we spent at the cafe lurk. The coffee.... my notepad ... your scribbles and the laughter. They all come back.

But as the day turns to nigh, when all I have are the stars for company, you silently walk out of my mind. What remains are just dark shadows. Worrying me, scaring me. Leaving me pleading for you to be by my side.

I ask myself on night's like those, if you stay up on dark nights wishing I were there. In a foreign land, where everyone feels like a stranger, do you sometimes call out my name, just to feel safer, calmer. Does it hurt when you revisit the shoebox, that encases the memories we created. Do you wish you'd give it all up, just so you could come back, to me?

If I set out on nights like those, that shadow continues to walk along with me. When dark clouds cover the moon, the shadow disappears. All I see is a reflection of my being in the lake. I wonder if your presence in my life was like that. When darkness surrounded me, you decided to leave.

Those are the nights, when I let your memories be the ray of light, that brings back the shadow.
Those are the nights, when I am sure, I want you to be more than a shadow.
I want you to be my soul...


-Inspired by Nicholas Sparks novel "Dear John"

Velvet skies

She was sitting under a velvet sky, somewhere in the field of gold.
Shared her thoughts with the stars, spoke of secrets untold.

She giggled as she told them of how she embarrassed herself.
And seemed angered on cloudy night.
When she wanted to share her fear, they had vanished and were out of sight.

For about her first love, with no one else could she speak to. 
They'd feel her excitement and her anxiety.
They'd raise no doubts, ask no questions. just lend a listening ear.

And the day she nursed a broken heart, she lay her head on mother earth and cried.
The velvet sky turned grey that day.
Dew drops came down that evening, like the teary stars were putting up an alebeit.

For several days, the velvet sky blanketed her with warmth. enveloped her and sheathed her from the scorching pain.
Then one morning she woke up to the tickling rays.
Radiating an infectious gleam.
The pain was fading away, but to die out it didn't seem.

That night as the sky turned from crimson to dark blue,
the stars shone like they did on that special night.
Trying so hard, to heal so she could start anew.

It wouldn't be too long before she'd give herself another chance.
This time she'd set out, she'd play her song.
She'd find a new romance.