Let go. But, gently!

I’m happy that it lasted so long,

It made me rich and made me strong.

It brought me back my long lost dreams,

It brought me back my ardor.

It got my life back on track,

It brought me fragrance and flavor.

I gave in to the avalanche of being swept away,

Mulling over the new tunes of lure that made me sway.

I suddenly fell in love with poetry, flowers and church bells.

Every little song I heard suddenly made sense.
Now I know how it feels to lose myself to someone,

To feel the joy, to feel the shame,

When my emotions come undone!

That’s when words like logic and realism hide away,

And that’s when my actions go out of my way.

I smiled, I laughed, I blushed, I cried,

I gave my best to keep us tied.

But yes, it can’t be a never-ending spree,

Of tying up each other when we want to be free.

                                                                                     

It takes a lot of rumination, it takes a lot of time,

And a lot of patience to get over something so sublime.

I sometimes still sit here counting your dreams from the past,

Musing over the splendor that was never meant to last.

Lust is not forever, and neither were you.

It’s almost always the same if it’s too perfect to be true.

Time has come for the last good-byes, take my last embrace.

Smile at me for one last time, for that will forever be your face.

It’s time to put things behind and it’s time let you go,

It’s time for me to shine in new lights and put on a brand new show!

Charmed!

Love is too clichéd to talk about. Too poetic, too abstract and too vividly opined about. So, I dedicate this post to that mystifying, inexplicable emotion that creates a strong tempest in your heart and goes away leaving you in a surprising tranquil!

Call it whatever you want- crush, infatuation, attraction, craze, fascination, fondness, liking, lust, allure, magnetism, so much and so forth!

It is purely physical almost always, when I am totally charmed by the handsomeness of the guy or the confidence with which he presents himself. Hormones take their toll. I am not serious and I know it’s a quick sexual reflex! I like to keep an eye on him when I am around, and I sneak a stealthy quick peek and feel my heart beating faster.

                         

                        

Other times it’s not as simple as that. Specially, when the person turns a friend and his looks is not the only admiration factor. I see something so interesting in him that I start feeling; I would have admired the very quality very much, even if he wasn't that good looking, after all. Then grows an irrepressible interest and curiosity.  I am deeply driven to know him better and not be prying at the same time! 

We do start talking. Nothing is too personal. But a few things are of such a kind that they are meant for the two of us only! That’s the time when my emotions refuse to be obedient to me. That’s the time when words fall short to explain what I am going through.

Complicated? Wait till that gets worse. I confess what I’m going through, and he understands! The fact that he takes everything exactly the way they are to be taken, makes me admire him even more!

It’s a very special excitement- the anticipation of meeting him everyday, the very evident high spirits, the purely intellectual talks, the pink blushes all day, the little comical questions, the strange little thrill in stealthily exchanging texts sitting three feet away, having tiny secrets from the rest of the group, pestering each other in a hundred cute ways, and the silliness of it all!

It’s something that brings out the sixteen-year-old inside me, all over again!

Now, that’s not love! That’s not infatuation as well. It’s a little thrill, a little excitement, a little adventure of its own kind. It’s a very refreshing possessive state in which I totally enjoy being charmed! 

It’s something very close to how a child feels when it stealthily eats a cookie without the mom knowing, how a wife feels when she talks for hours with her childhood sweetheart without the husband knowing, how a teenager feels when he hides his love letters from his parents, and how a con man feels when he wins and walks out with grace!

It is short-lived, temporary, silly, stupid, impractical, juvenile and ridiculous! It dies with time. But still, it recharges me with the spark I badly need for me to move on. Among all the other boring mediocre things in life, this qualifies for an oasis.

                       

Even if not tomorrow or day after, a few years down the lane, we will part ways and there will be a day when we almost forget about each other. There will be a day when I laugh at the stupidity of it all! 

But for now, I’m still on the roller-coaster of being charmed, and I’m crazy about the ride!