December

 Its funny how a year passes so easily and how it turns things around. A year ago this day, the sky was washed with cerise of blue and purple. And while going to the work I could smell the bazaars, and you said something at dawn and smirked at ground before leaning dimly at the camera, may be I felt like a breeze rustled through you and you smiled. We smiled.


At dusk the color of the sky became a shade of magenta. This could be a movie scene, no but this is my reality a year ago. You see I remember things in detail and if you look in detail I associate everything almost with you.

It was almost 22:00 hours. Do you remember things like that ? I could hear sirens wailing inside my heart.
Even if love is a war, a war with your own self or the world, your name is the first and last thing, my heart would ever have space for. I always saw,


Vivid colors in your bright and lovely eyes,
I always found the hues of sunrise and,
Sunset in them,
Housing a zillions of songs, melodies and,
Unraveling the windows to your soul,
Voraciously speaking of the horrors you hide and the dreams you see,
Amidst the ruckus and the noise,
Naturally there was peace in thee.

December felt to me like Steven Wilson's song that someone plays in the middle of Tuesday. Or may be a fugitive stains of a forgotten song blasting through a stereo.

Listen, it's not a mere figment of my poet's fancy it is my lukewarm love. Trust me the poet inside me kills me every single day.

December once was all I needed, nothing less, nothing more.

December was a whisper of a drowsy love, drunk lover whispering "I love you " . Words that trail of brokenly. Now you are the only person who could save me from myself and I am the only person who could save you from yourself but I could not ask you , should i feel ashamed of this ?

You know I say a lot of things, mostly all rubbish but why could not I say the right. Why ? Do I fear something.i dont know.

December now is a comforting silence, an unfinished letter , a nostalgia trip.

I will remember december having a turquoise sky pouring down the lights, as bright as your eyes. It is everything we should have said but we never did. I will always remember December playing Ed Sheeran's "Perfect".

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