Mon dieu!

Somewhere in the midst of searching frantically

Welcoming people, then seeing them off....I forgot

Somewhere in the midst of sound checks, hanging banners

Surveying stalls and pacing around..... I forgot

Somewhere in the midst of following orders, then giving them

A million thoughts in my head and equally many people to thank.... I forgot

I forgot to thank you, my God.

For the wonderful day I had- only because of you.

And all these days I was proud of myself

But now I see

I'm only....proud of you.

For Dhwani 2009, and you.

Ce qui est cela?

We've forgotten

How to wait

After those packed schedules

How to miss

After those Skype conversations

How to savour

After those 2 minute noodles

How to laugh aloud

After those "LOL's"

How to express

After those animated smileys

How to think

After those "spell-check"s

How to tolerate

After those instant-relief pills

But most of all,

We've forgotten

How to love

In the midst of those stupid romantic forwards, kissing smileys, floating hearts on a computer screen, "luv u 4evr", web-cameras, customized hello tunes, unlimited SMSes and rate cutters,

We've forgotten

How to exchange a subtle look

or to feel your heart skip a beat

after the ring of a long awaited call

or even read something beautiful

and rememeber somebody

We've forgotten

The warmth of a smile

The softness of a touch

How to hold someone

and speak of love

.

.

.

without a sound.

Pour quelques temps seulement

I miss you.

In the morning rays of the sun, and the ringing of my alarm clock.

I hear you.

In the crying of my kittens and the softness of their fur.

I see you.

In the worst of my dreams and the tears that blur my eyes.

I want you.

In the vibrations of my phone and the many many calls.

I feel you.

In the exhaustion creeping into me, and the empty journey back home.

I miss you

In the night's stillness and no one to call.

Un long attend

It feels so good to know.

To actually know who you want to marry.

And as I look around and see people struggling.

Some to find their "one". Some too blind to see they have the one. And some doing their best to accept what they do have.

I am thankful.

I know my life is uncertain. I know things may not happen the way I want them to. But I am thankful, that I do know what I want, and I do have it, now.

I know who I want to sleep and wake up with.

Who I want to cook for. And eat with.

Play stupid silly games with.

Cheat, win, lose. And then laugh.

I know who I want to trust my life with.

Confide in.

Comfort. And cuddle.

I know that at the end of a long bad day, all I need is to see their face.

I know I might not feel this tender about anyone else.

And that as days pass,

this tenderness will soon become ours.

Une forte émotion

Have you looked at someone with longing and contentment at the same time?

His face the last thing in your mind before you drifted to sleep
And the first one after you opened your eyes?

Have you felt his warmth even when you're miles away?
Or returned from a journey yearning to be back in his arms?

Felt at ease only in his presence...
Looked at him for barely a second...but your heart suddenly full?

How many times have you held someone without liking to let go?
Read their mind, eyes and smiles with the smallest effort?

Felt your face soften
And your voice become tender
Only when with them?

Have you instinctively called anyone when you're in the lift to your house after they dropped you a minute back after spending the whole day with you?

Or looked at someone and felt respect, love and gratitude well up within?

Or, wait, found yourself laughing more, thinking less and living in the moment?

Welcome to love.
Let's experience it together.

Une contemplation profonde

Today, I speak, as the spectator.
Not the gladiator, wounded and breathless.

Love is a glass cage.
However thick, no matter how many years it has stood and endured the outside. Protected the inside.
Still.
No matter how strong we are, how wary and alert.
Glass is brittle.
And when the cage breaks, we are hurt, terribly.
Ripped by the shards we took so long, piece by piece, to put together to shield us.
To create our own little world, and yet not be blind to the outside.
Glass is beautiful.
It lets us see, and still be away.
In this cage, we are warmed by each other.
We are together.
But we can feel the coolness of the outside wind on our faces.
And that feeling of security creeps upon us until we can feel it no more. It is within us.

And then the cage collapses.
The glass breaks.
It cannot withstand too much pressure, especially, continous thrust from within.
Outside strain we can withstand, holding the walls with our bare hearts.
But that from inside? Our hearts are already too exhausted to try.

And we bleed. Not too much, not too less. Continual drops that suck out each moment that we shared. We are too preoccupied trying to stop the damage we experience, individually, to put in effort to build our little cage.
After all, glass will break. Again.

And we are weighed down.
Our hearts so heavy.
Not with the gravity of pain or suffering.
But with the massive weight of emptiness.
That in its absence, weighs more.

Amour encore

Love is beautiful.

It is waking up in the morning to your voice.

And knowing that however bad my day will be, you'll be there to make it wortk getting through.

It is melting in the warmth of your smile.

And feeling tears of emotion well up in my eyes.

It is going to sleep, hurt and angry.

And waking up feeling completely free.

Hanging up.

And then calling back.

Because I miss your presence.

Even for those five minutes.

To look into your eyes.

And say a million things.

To feel you.

Even when you're not there.

It is to lie in your arms.

And speak of love, without a sound.