Shipwrecked
She sits by the window. It’s almost dawn and her eyelids are heavy with sleep. She looks at the lighthouse… still no one at the waters. He is not home tonight too. And everynight, she spends in the same fashion. Waiting for him to return.
Everyday, she brings fresh flowers for him, and at night as they wilt, she throws them away. He doesn’t like to see them wilted. The same way he doesn’t want to see her wilted. But yet, here she is. Wasting away in the hope that one morning, at the horizon, she will see his small canoe. And he will be back in her arms.
She passes her days in a stupor. In the hope of seeing him again. And he has disappeared. She waits for his postcards. But he sends her none. She wonders how he is… She wonders if his postcards got lost in the mail. She has infallible faith in him. She knows he would write if he had the time. But as time passes without any news of his, she starts to fear for him. She kneels. Even though she has little faith. And she prays. For his safety. To any of the powers that choose to hear her. She Prays. For his soul. That is so beautiful and yet so fragile.
She longs to be back in the skies. But she is afraid that he might come by and turn back, not finding her home. So she waits. She knows this is what he always feared. When he said he did not want her to put her life on hold.
But she can’t help it. Because every ounce of her heart urges her to stay. And keep waiting. She wishes she could leave the shells she collected so lovingly, on the porch. So that someday he could decorate his fireplace with them. But she is confused. She thinks she would stay a while longer. See if he changes his mind and steers her way. To see if she would still love him with the same ardour as time passed on.
The music, her life… It’s lost all melody for her. For the pages that he made love to had become so much a part of her life, as she thought that her paper boats had become a part of his.
But he never holds on to anything.
Her abyss. Is it not bottomless? Is she going to hit rockbottom? She wonders. She doesn’t fear injury. She never has. Because like him, she has immense faith in her abilities. Of survival. And she knows that however bad her fall maybe, she has always risen out of her ashes. Like a phoenix. If ever one lived.
She closes her eyes now. Her song is ending now. She fanatically thinks of a new one for it is the songs that connect her to life. And hold her together.
And she waits silently and wishes he would come before she comes undone…
- Neha
madhavi says:
“To any of the powers that choose to hear her”
May 19th, 2006 at 05:42 pm
Kruz says:
TRAJEDY QUEEN!!! AT HER BEST…AS ALWAYS
May 19th, 2006 at 06:48 pm
Dolphin says:
Nice …
May 24th, 2006 at 05:22 pm
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February 19th, 2007 at 09:56 am