When the life-’less’ turn soul-’full’ September 20, 2011Posted by Akriti Bahal in Happiness, Heartbreaks, Love, Struggle.
Tags: Distress, Smile, Tears
As the pink bracelet lies twisted and entangled, with the beads scattered on my bed, I look at the torn pieces of the envelopes screaming ‘Valentines’ Day’ and ‘Happy Birthday’, when a tear drops by.
I continue to gaze at the handwritten curves of emotion, when the soul-less silence suddenly breaks with a faint screech. Spanning my view everywhere, I find no one around. With the resonance of the ‘invisible-outcry’ replaying itself inside my head, I look down. And to my surprise, I find the fallen tear crying.
Refusing to believe at my eyes, but too late to retreat back from the notion, I asked the tear, “Why are you crying?” To which he replied, “Because I departed from you.” In the teeth of knowing the presence of falseness, which my heart refused to believe, I find myself diving into the ocean of reminiscence.
Those tiny broken pieces of a long-lost mirror, finding their way into a hidden crevice, sometimes playing games on light, sometimes reflecting those unguarded wounds she had chosen to be in denial about; like a memory that got lost in the din of that night she will never forget, a conversation that changed everything as it stood. A memory she had earnestly convinced herself was just another hallucination. When she lay on her bed with a rubicund glow, fiddling with her hair; her tresses falling over her eyes, irritating her but, she was too engrossed to set it right. When smile was her best friend and it never lost it’s way.When the whole night would pass by playing piano, guitar or nonsensical games, yet managing to find her way through the aurora with radiance. And then the magic wand swayed it’s effect, ruddy turned into stygian and sheen into defect. Rarely would she live, seldom would she smile.
Abruptly breaking my woven-web of retrospection, I found the wailing increase. The multi-shriek voices hypnotized me to look around, just to find the bracelet, the beads, the envelope shedding tears too. I ask them, “Why are you crying?” To which they replied, “Because we were departed from you.”
Up went my sight, and I looked into the mirror. And I find myself filled with, watery-yet-full-of-emotions, saline-yet-distasteful, tears.