love, MEMORIES, poetry

THE DAY OF ESCAPE


And today as I stand in front of the mirror I cannot help notice the changes I have gone through. I look in the mirror every day but today as I stare, I see it. The obvious changes, I know, have not occurred overnight. I don’t laugh and smile like I used to, I see a stranger looking at me from the other side. I know the smile, I know it is yours. I have become you, unconsciously.

And I still remember the day, I saw you. I saw you looking at the sky, trying to open it up and pull down the stars; cajoling the stars to open up before the world. I had an instant feeling of kinship to the stars, they come out when no one is looking at them, then they come out and shine; like them I too had no idea, why I detested daylight, unconsciously.

And as I count the blades of grass I notice that I am no longer concentrating on the grass, my mind travels to a land, unknown and far. Everything in this world goes on, most of the time, by muscle memory, they happen and we realize only when it ends, like sunsets. The sun of my mind wanders as if hypnotized, unconsciously.

And some things just remain, as if lying scattered on the floor; and the moment we pick them up or clear them, they lose their meaning. They are meant to be, the way they are, lost and forgotten, strewn around; just like pebbles, leaves around a tree, clouds and memories, unconsciously.

And I lose myself to the changing seasons; I sway the way they do. I stay and leave with them. I carry words and conversations and tell stories to children, as they cuddle into the arms of their mothers. The goddess presses them to their bosom, sheltering the child from the cold. The mammas shiver, I see, when I blow cold air into their eyes, unconsciously.

And I remember I was walking on that road, lonely and forsaken and there I saw you, vibrant and happy. I walked on the cold winter morning and I think you started when the leaves turned green. You were everything I had never seen, filled with awe, we crossed path in spring. I wanted to stay and be, and I smiled at you, unconsciously.

And we met again. In the moonlit night, you talked and I looked at you. I saw your eyes glow brighter than the lamps. I touched the glow with my eyes and I was rendered incandescent. You spoke and spoke and spoke; you released me from my skin. I was you. I watched you shine, I cried cold tears of joy, and with your rays I escaped, unconsciously.

And that same night, as I crawled my fingers down on your face, you closed the beauty of your eyes. I sniffed the air around your ears; I took in the fragrance of your neck. You swallowed invisible air and then the lips lost color, stolen by the cheeks. And onto your lips with love, desire, want and love, I kissed, unconsciously.

And today as I stand in front of the mirror I cannot help but notice the changes I have gone through. I lie scattered and I am released. I fly with your wings in summer sky, I fly and from my nest I escape. I have been through the sieve now and I have become you. I rise as you pull down the ashes of heaviness from me, your eyes on me and your hands dirty, unconsciously.

Kashiv folded the paper this was written on, put it in his breast pocket and patted it, unconsciously.

Escape is just an action away, open the door.

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88 thoughts on “THE DAY OF ESCAPE”

    1. I rather appreciate what you said, thanks for that. I will work on it next time when I have a post like this, definitely.
      This post is about love and escape, so, I stressed more on that.
      Thanks for your feedback. 😊

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  1. Most welcome. My blog is somewhat different and about some unknown divine powers. So I need to write in Hindi for people to make understand. Although it’s get bored to write in Hindi on mobile flowlessly.

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    1. I read gangajal ka rahashiya and I liked it a lot. I think we must write in language we’re comfortable in because then we can express ourselves better. Language is a medium to express, so choose your language.

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  2. Oh my, this post is something else! There were lines I read which I wanted to quote, then another, and another… And by the time I finished I realised that to appreciate it the way I wanted, I’d have to quote the entire piece! The imagery! The quality of thought… I mean, it blows my mind each time.. What a rare, unique and gifted writer you are… Your posts itself are an escape πŸ˜‡πŸ“

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    1. Your comments really does encourage me to write. I am delighted to get a comment like this, and to top it up coming from a writer like you, it’s out of this world. Thanks for your appreciation, it means the world to me and since this post is quite dear to me it makes me happier than ever.
      πŸ˜ƒπŸ˜ŠπŸ˜ŠπŸ˜Š

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      1. That is true, things dear to heart always shine brighter , even brighter than the sun, making you shine from within.
        And you make me jump with joy, thank you so much for this. How I wish …. 😊😊😊😊

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      2. I will. I certainly will when I have beautiful readers like you around. Thanks for reading, Isha… You have no idea how happy I am…πŸ˜ŠπŸ˜ŠπŸ˜ŠπŸ˜ŠπŸ˜ŠπŸ˜ŠπŸ˜„

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      1. This means a lot, Winnie. Finding an avid reader in you is more than I can ask for. It is comments like this that make me work harder and pursue my passion. Thanks a ton… πŸ˜ƒπŸ˜ŠπŸ˜ŠπŸ˜Š

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  3. I …… I just get lost in ur writings God!!!! I love ur writings ….. I feel like as if I was playing these words on the white paper ☺️☺️☺️☺️☺️☺️☺️☺️☺️☺️☺️☺️☺️☺️☺️☺️☺️☺️☺️☺️☺️☺️☺️☺️

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    1. Wow Enni, such beautiful words, such beautiful words… I have, all of a sudden, springs under my feet. I am over the moon.
      I try to explore the unexplored…πŸ˜‰πŸ˜‰πŸ˜‰πŸ˜ŠπŸ˜ŠπŸ˜ŠπŸ˜‰

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      1. Ahahahah see that’s y I love ur writings πŸ˜‹πŸ˜‹πŸ˜‹πŸ˜‹πŸ˜‹πŸ˜‹πŸ˜‹ well when will u join me to explore the unexplored πŸ™ƒπŸ™ƒπŸ™ƒπŸ™ƒπŸ™ƒ

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    1. Yeah.. I am Bojana.. and the ambiguity is that I am born every day. So, I think I am writing my life through a series of re-births .😊
      Thanks Bojana for your appreciation … How’re you doing?

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  4. Wow, what a comment. And one which I needed to read at this present moment. Thank you for taking the time to look at my writing. It’s all from the heart.

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