12 years of
falling in love with someone special...someone I love with no bounds,
yet someone whom many might be loving even more, someone wild and
calm in spirit at the same time...I can feel the touch but not become
one with spirit, someone who kisses like pecks of a bird, yet makes
me bereaved...
From Kerala
to Hyderabad that someone has been with me, giving me surprises and
boredom, passion and reluctance, power and learned helplessness...I
have woken up to see him just a few yards away and sometimes too near
to resist, at times with reluctance and disappearing in a moment and
at times lingering for long.
Near the peacock lake, in a joyous solitude, my love came with a
bundle of surprises of glistening stones of white. In pain, when I
walked about the terrace of my hostel past midnight, in the languid
moments of experiencing futility...I remember the power...all the
strength bestowed on me. And the day it was all brown and dirty
outside me...hmm...inside me...I loved the way my love washed me with
divinity...
The day I was torn apart and I was broken in spirits, the day I
felt my life has no purpose, a life where futility marks the day,
whence I thought I do not want to see a road ahead...my love was with
me, listened to me and cried for me. In all odds still my love
thrived, saw pain and suffering around, yet did not take a step
back..for that was the way to live...that gave me a purpose...a new
leash of life...I was reborn that day...
At the tender touch of my love, I ran in mirth and madness on the
open dias...my soul was free...as the love grew powerfull...I drained
in the love showered on me and then when all of it came to a
stop...gave me memories to cherish for a lifetime.
As memories bring back to my yard...the trees...the magnificent
and roaring sea, the grotto of godly presence, the mighty coralwood,
the colourful bougainvilleas...the corridors of my school...the
chirpy school friends, the lovable teachers...I remember the day
at school...the second last bench on which I sat and lost in the
sight of my beloved...yearning to just leave the boring physics class
and go on adventure with him...and lo...my class teacher in loud
voice called out my name...
Neethu! Where are you looking at...what is there for you to look
at? I wanted to say the truth... “my love; my rain”...ummm....I
hesitated and became dumb for moments together... and she said keep
standing in the class the whole period...
