Silent Recollections…

It has been four years. Four years since that day, when I met you for the very first time.

I still remember that day; I nearly knocked you down, running to take shelter from the rain. Love at first sight. A day when my dreams did come true and you gave me the opportunity to be yours for a long time. I looked into your eyes, and I knew I had found the right girl for me.

I remember our first date ever, when watched Federer and Hewitt play out a thrilling match, sitting on the couch at my home, laughing at the many errors in service that Hewitt was committing that day. When Federer won, we jumped and hugged for joy.

I remember the days we spent on the beach near our home, walking with my hand on your shoulder and yours around my waist. We sat on a bench, and watched the sunset. We watched so many other couples quarrel and break up, but we stayed together never letting go. We knew we were meant for each other I think.

I remember the first fight we had too. Clumsy that I am, I dropped your favorite sweater on the beach. You said you would never forgive me. I wrote a song for you that day, and sweetheart that you are, you ran and hugged me. We sang it together that night, at the beach. Your honey-like voice and my husky one, we did make so many people laugh.

I cannot forget the day, when I finally did propose to you. On one knee, with a small ring, I asked you to be mine forever. Teary eyed, you had accepted. We were the happiest couple then. I couldn’t wait for the day when we finally would be together forever, and our dreams would become true. I took an oath that day to make you the happiest woman in the world, to indulge in your every whim, and to never deceive you.

I cannot forget the twinkle in your eyes, your caressing touch, your sweet voice, the smell of your oiled hair. I cannot forget those memories, because they like you are so very deep in my heart. But now, all that I hear is silence. Not a moment does pass, that I do not ask you, why did you leave me here alone and go away? What did I do to deserve such a cruel fate? Why are you in a place where I am not permitted to enter?

Why don’t you reply, darling? Why do you keep silent like this? Maybe, that is because photographs cannot talk. Maybe it is because you are in heaven, and even though I try to come to you, I am still here in hell. Without you, that is what this world feels like. I cannot ever forget you. As much as I pretend that past is past, and try to move on, you’re presence, it is still very much there in my life.

Silence… I am used to that now. In that silence, I watch the rain. I love the rain because they say that the rain is the sign of a soul’s joy. I love that silence, because it reminds me of you. I love them both, because I love you still, and will always love you.

Poetry & writing are to me, a breath of fresh air in a life that is sometimes covered by the smoke of sorrow or self doubt. They also become the sweets I share to celebrate when life offers me a reason to. But most of all, they are to me, my life. For each word I write is a piece of my heart, a thought that just had to find its way into the world.

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