Time and tide waits for none and guess that’s one of the only honest sayings, man can even find a way to control the tide but when it comes to time guess it’s far from being tamed or even near to it there is no alternative just like that as simple as that things keep going on yet the value of the second varies from moment to moment passes like the wind when happy and cripples in lament like a dead shrimp a walk across the Sahara with not even a single mirage to meet. I cherish the time to be truthful I envy her like she’s the most beautiful lady in town obviously ahead of the word beauty being time always ahead of time no doubt she’ll always be surrounded by millions of admirers maybe lovers always to forwarding her some wishing to rewind living a moment, again and again, being with her whatever the course she chooses to take. Love isn’t restricted to a single person or a single orientation it comes in billions of forms and every one has its own way of sharing it, guess mine is more rustic having its own understanding or even hard to cope up with the pace she moves being time always on time the late does gets left behind, just like that Stuck in their own miseries.
Guess I wouldn’t go near to her even if I try to, guess I won’t even speak to her even if my vocals assert only for few words to exchange. Just to make sure she never realizes how weak I’m fallen for her just from the first line from the first word in bewilderment where she’ll always reside, Oh! you judgemental people call me desperate if you like yet she’s great that’s something you won’t decline and here am’I just another face in the crowd just another name dying to be heard lying on the boat between the devil and the deep blue sea. I’ll try to stay as far as I can yet making sure the acoustic sight never vanishes from my dreams.
Love is a sweet feeling bound to come and go away and so have always heard that either you’re still loving someone or you never did, maybe Hobson’s choice but less rude than saying take it or leave it….. I don’t know which one of the saying is right never questioned so never experienced but hope it’s sweet as they say, something that’s worth falling for.
I wonder if she would ever look at me, Yes don’t be skeptical however strong fortified your walls would be, desires would find a way to overcome it. Will, she really gave a look at me once, once in particular not just as a drop-in ocean but as an ocean in a drop. I wonder if she wonders about my hairs one for which I put several minutes to comb which although my friends have experimented with yet people do desire to look good a desire I’ve always appreciated, although there’s nothing about my eyes or face that would suit the word pretty maybe ordinary or even less than that don’t say I’m being modest yet I hope she finds it mystic as there’s always something hidden in ordinary. Being really thin I have always been like this muscularity is something I never wished for nor I’ll ever wish, yes you can say it’s an easy alibi to escape from hardship, maybe you’re right yet I hope she finds an explanation to this.
I by default like the person with good dressing sense like it’s a doorway to the possibility and choices they’ll choose and I love deciphering all the wrong deductions from it, making things acceptable in my own way but when it comes to my doorway I would like her to do the permutation and combinations for me, whirling like fountains swiveling like a rainbow in the shiny sky just like she’s always been. I don’t expect much just a smile would work for me, yet I’ll ask a thing in a return call me selfish but do fulfill this wish of me, I always was and always be indebted miss foreseen……..
You know Dear on the peaks of Mussoorie in the chilling winter night with clear oblivion and stars of oblation I saw someone like them I saw a girl above the mundane clouds, where the city exhibit its blessed light but as my eyes stuck all the illuminations faded in front of her.
She was selling cotton candies the best in the world aromatic as her fragrance of wild daisies playing with eastern winds, and I just couldn’t resist sweetness is something I hardly get to taste. So I did the most logical thing I brought the saccharine from her, pink as her cheeks owning their own dimples it blushed like daffodils although I never tasted them but it felt great to gift some balmy docility to someone who has always deserved it more than you’ll, maybe her dry lips made me realize hunger isn’t just limited to one of my great possessions, I may have proudly said yet I’m not the only one with the right to captivate it. So I just smiled and presented the only sweetness I carried that moment, although she was reluctant but being one of few, at last, she didn’t refuse, accepting with both of her soft hands just like rose petals unbiased bold and straight, wish that strength returns in me. And being truthful her grin was much brighter wider and colorful than winter line could ever be flourished like Jasmine and genuine like tulips. I never saw her again nor I have the strength to face that immense courage again.
But my Dear time if you ever noticed me. I won’t keep you strangled in my boring, indigent and deliberately sedated life, You would never have the lack of adorers or followers and you’ll always have the best. Yet I’ll request you to be with her make sure she goes to school and gets the best higher education make sure she falls in love as not everyone needs to be deprived of it. Make sure she lives the life she deserves, the best you can ever think, and Yes Dear time please always be with her
The girl who carries the most beautiful nursery within herself……
By- Kshitij Sinha