Wednesday, 8 February 2012

To forget

Days pass and become weeks, weeks become months, and the months will someday, give way and become a year. Many such years will also pass.

Pieces of you will fade, they will disappear from my memory. Some of them might already have. Or sometimes I wonder. Maybe they haven't. Maybe I have just locked them away, in a place unreachable, because I do not feel like seeing them, touching them, sifting through them.

No hate remains, and certainly, it isn't love. So that what remains - I wonder what it is?

Fragmented memories which lose color and become transparent. Fragmented feelings who have little clue of they mean.

But something does remain. Like a line set in stone after the river has dried up. Meaningless, irrelevant but it doesn't disappear. Seeking to speak but sealed in absolute silence.

It remains. It remains.








Thursday, 2 February 2012

Life, or something like it

"A demon of our own making. "

That is, in his own opinion,  a very absurd opinion of life, "Why does it have to be a demon?" he asks, gently, lightly, going against what is called as common sense. She is a woman. Leave her be. Who knows what they are thinking anyway.

"Because that is what it is." She speaks with the sweetest smile.

He doesn't know what kind if reaction is appropriate in this situation. Should he laugh? Should he chide? Or should he just agree? "Elaborate?" Again, he goes against his common sense.

The sweet smile gives way to a soft sigh, "What do you see in her?"

"...! Why are we talking about that?" He is flustered. This and that are completely different things!

"Just answer."

Silence. Staring. More silence. A gaze that pierces, a gaze which already knows the answer keeps staring at him. And again, a lack of answer.

"She doesn't love you."

No answer.

"She'll never come to love you. " She shoots one arrow after another in a soft voice.

He smiles. Wryly, wistfully, "Maybe I should just fall for you. " he chuckles.

But you won't.

A demon you choose. You nurture it, care for it, and let it grow.

"Maybe you should. " She gets up with a skip in her step. "Get me something. I'm hungry. "

"Nobody said anything about feeding you!" He protests, but he knows he will be paying anyway. The pain that she had stirred in him subsides when she giggles.

The demons have subdued, but not disappeared.

And tomorrow they shall fight the same demons, together.