What was about you, which made me notice you for the first time? A completely ordinary guy with his ordinary ideas. It was when you spoke, stringing words effortlessly, into a beaded delight. You made me laugh loud. That's when I asked your name.
It was what romance books write about. Friendship maturing into love. A nurturing, fulfilling love.
At first, I didnt believe your eyes. Your eyes betrayed you. They told me things which you yourself never uttered. Even to yourself maybe. They brushed my cheeks. They lingered on me, long after you had turned away. They followed me everywhere. They watched me. Your smile remained the same. A twisted expression of amusement, enjoyment and sometimes outright sarcasm.
It happened suddenly when I least expected. A mad torrent of love's declaration which made me halt, made me giddy. Love. The solvent of ego and pain.
I couldn't believe you. I hopped around searching for the non-existing lies in your sincerity. I, so used to the fake and the vulgar. I never found the crack. Perhaps I never will.
And then, one day, you boldly held my hand. Fingers interwoven, filling gaps. At last, I forgave. Forgave the world and it's cruelty. Forgave the mirror for showing me that which make-up didnt hide. Forgave the goverment, the education system, the SC/ST quota, the hitler boss, the foolish computer which took half an hour to boot. I forgave them all. I found my peace.
2 comments:
You really do have potential, but you must cut down on the commas, lol.
a nin ditto, who is A? nice senti post
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