written in the loving memory of a dream

It is almost like WE don’t exist. A yawning, deeply boring existence, made slightly jazzy (ha!) for a tiff between principles and survival every now and then. But that does not change the farce for what it is. It couldn’t have been as easy. You and me knew that, since the beginning. Now why the cold feet and uncertainty seem so in your face? Why, now, we wish we could just show our backs, with our tails between our legs and make a bleeding dash for it?

What we want lies not on the other side. It is right here. Just about making a choice. I could let you down. I could. But that is not what is going to happen. Either way. My arrogance about my person won’t allow me to be a coward. There is more too, but maybe you don’t really credit me with that. What that is begins with me and ends with me.

I will wait till whenever it takes you to wake up to what I had said the first day and meant it as every syllable had rolled out of my mouth. They were just many words, put together for most of them. I had meant every bit of it. You, only you who heard them for what they were, knew that I don’t kid about certain things.

I am here. Waiting for many to come to their senses. Going about my work because I know one day they will see things how they were. Even if that is not what they want to.Ridicules, name-calling somehow never make an impression.They are the instruments employed by those who lack the depth in their argument. I like it when people resort to such things. I know I don’t need to waste my time on them.

But I digress here.

There are things that I had whispered in the rain. There were songs that I sang in my dreams. There is a me that existed. And all these lie curtained for now. Like the veiled promises we have so often made.The ones we never thought we would have to prove. Naive that we have been. Foolish even. We deserve what we got. They lie till we make our decisions. We hide now, for a brief respite. But till when? The longer it takes, we bury ourselves deeper. And there will be no one who will save us from the death that will be ours.

You know. No one will come out richer or unfortuantely happier from the end that will be us.