Obituary to love.

By | March 15, 2009

He sobbed some more as he tried in vain to reach out to sandman. It seemed like eternity since he last slept and the Tearsefforts made to get one days sleep seemed to make him more numb towards the whole idea of rest and dreams. But he had slept off today. Smothered by his own self-poisoning ways and of course his self-loathing stare which seemed to tear into his skin, break every bone in him and make every blood cell in him wither and die. He had wished for sleep and nothing but dreams that wouldn’t haunt him. The nightmares had been giving him the jitters forever now and all he wanted was to sleep. It was alright if it wasn’t peaceful, understandable that the nightmares wont go. All he wished for was to stop watching her leave. This seemed to creep up on his dreams every night like an old abandoned spirit unwilling to leave. Nothing helped and he had given up.

He woke up with a start; perspiring and almost crying his eyes out over what he had to endure in that wretched dream. It was the same one every day. It played on like a stuck tape that wouldn’t budge. It was there to stay and it had occured to him as a torture every single night. All he ever wanted was her…

There she sat on a red sheet on bare ground. Clad in a white dress, her naked feet caught his eyes. He thought they were beautiful. She tiptoed towards the rivulet being careful to not hurt herself. He noticed that she had no slippers. She looked perfect; pristine, benign and pure. So much so that she seemed unattainable. He smiled as he watched her grab the flowing water with both her hands cupped together. She drank some and ever so sloppily let most of the water flow off her cusped hands onto her neck which trickled down to her chest and there seemed to be a red glow which seemed to dull out when the water seeped in. It seemed magical. He could hear her heartbeat which seemed like a million lightning-thunders hitting against the harsh waves of an angry sea. She looked beautiful. He almost took his eyes of her, lest he hurt her just by laying his eyes on her.

She sat herself down on a rock and beckoned him to come sit by her. He hesitated but was drawn to her like the male praying mantis who knows that it’ll be eaten after the female takes what she wants but her magnetism is too much for him to negate. He sat down and gently took her feet in his hands. He noticed a tiny stream of blood. She had cut herself. He panicked and began cleaning the wound. Her heart raced faster than ever and her heart glowed a color of red he’d never seen before. She looked into his eyes and flashed one of her smiles. The ever so small but very visible to him kinda ones. She bent down, stared lovingly into his eyes and spoke in a voice that seemed like many tiny, delicate strings being plucked, almost rhythmically. “Will we be like this forever?” he looked at her, full of unending love but confused at her question, “Why do you ask? Haven’t I told you so many times before?” she suddenly seemed sad and lost in a scary reverie. “What is bothering you?” he asked, worried and curious to know more about what was on her mind. “I feel like I’m losing grip and you seem like you’re slipping away… tell me you’ll stay!” she blurted out, exasperated by its sheer thought. “I’ll be here. I’ll never leave. You’re mine and I’ll never let go…” and he kissed her gently on her shoulder.

The touch burnt her and she moved away quickly and seemed farther than he wanted her to be. He reached out and tried to move closer to her but the nearer he got the further away she went. The red aura around her chest had died out. She looked sad and frail now. Her white dress tattered and torn. Both her legs had deep wounds on them and she was bleeding. He called out to her and tried to make a run towards her with all his remaining energy. She kept looking at him try in futility. His race with time just made her more grotesque and unrealistically chimerish. Finally, all he heard was a whisper, “I’m sorry…” He couldn’t see her anymore. She gave no reasons and there were no good byes. Tears for him and invisibility for her! Gods been kind he thought as he struggled to keep himself from crying, but tears were his best friends. They came… and he woke up; yet again., sobbing and benighted by the shadows of his past and a nightmare that just doesn’t let go. The music ends and he slids back into bed. Another sleepless night. His nights seemed to him like a never-ending obituary to love.

-Anup

12 thoughts on “Obituary to love.

  1. Ruchi

    hmmm well the pain inside needs to come out.. n i hope this helps!

    Very well written..the flow of words made a picture of its own.. the whole scene and its aftereffects was visibly seen in your writing.Good Work Anup!
    🙂

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  2. Anup Nair

    Great stuff man……….
    The way you bought the emotions of the guy at the end was too good.

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  3. Smita

    This one’s good … I haven’t seen you writing passionately on any other topic besides LOVE…You just love it …Hai Na???
    I’ve always enjoyed reading your blog … it’s kinda knowing you all over again with each post.
    Keep writing 😀

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  4. Kadambari

    You might not believe if I told you..Reading this post of yours sent shivers through out. It was heart wrenchingly painful and so tastefully written!

    Somehow, the thought of a heart break.. (rather than love as such) brings about the passion in me.. 🙂

    Loved it!

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  5. Anand

    Nice one dude!!!!
    I’m overwhelmed dnt knw wht to say but yes this blog is the best!!!! gud work man keep it up!!!

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  6. Anup Post author

    @Abhi – I will always have it.

    @AJ, Chetan, Ruchi, Anup – Thanks guys.

    @Smikh – There is no other emotion that brings about passion in me the way the thought of love does Default setting in me.

    @Kadambari & Anand – Thanks

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  7. Revathi

    hahah!! temme something…dont people just love to be in love!!!!?? Like the feeling of love overpowers the person itself!!!

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  8. Pooja

    you have a way with words dude.
    makes me really jealous.. 🙂
    do continue writing… you obviously have a talent for it.

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