Hazy..!!

As if you were on fire within
The moon lives in the lining of your skin
-Pablo Neruda

It is said that it takes just a blink of an eye for anyone to fall in love and find your soulmate, a starry-eyed person like me, who is already in love with love, cannot be any exception to it! I am finicky since I remember, I crave for more than usual levels of attention and love and care; but my pragmatic nature always overpowers my juvenile behavior and I take a step back before jumping into important matters involving Mr. Heart.

It’s been quite a long time since few thoughts have made their home in my mind and a blurry yet familiar image is lingering in there. Lying on my bed on a lazy afternoon, looking into the blank, I realized how I’d want to run to you and cry my heart out, tell you everything about what’s happening and what is it that keeps bothering me these days. I realized how I lost the track of time the last time we were talking and giggling, and how it made me forget about the world and my life. A different kind of energy ran through my veins, so I got up in my bed, loosen the knots in my hair,(you like them that way, don’t you?) let them swing with the slightly hot air that’s bothering me for last half an hour and cleared my mind of all the doubts I have had. 

Peace. Happy. Satiated. 

The hot air isn’t irritating anymore, I opened my laptop to memorize the thoughts and write it all down for you to read.

My most favorite memory of us includes my haziness and your blurred face. The details are a bit scattered in my mind but I found peace in those bits because I lived in those moments instead of being completely consumed by the sorrows of the past and worries of the future. And my brain captured only the glimpse of the entire night when my heart truly felt happy. I remember how I was broke from within with all the things that were going on in my life and I took an evening off from the entire world. I remember how I kept blabbering about random things and you listened them all. I remember the world was already sleeping and it was so quiet that I listened to your heartbeats (literally). I remember everything, almost. (I hope you remember too, you weren’t inebriated.) So yes, I smile even in my hardest times when I remember that night!

I walk on cloud nine most of the times, (you know that already, don’t you?) but I fall, sometimes. Well, no one has seen me fall so let’s just keep that a secret! You have seen me laugh, you have heard my jokes, my stories, my love for all the hypothetical things and you understand how important they are to me. You have seen my anger (rather, you have been the reason of my anger most of the times). But, can you see me fall and scatter? Will you still stay when I won’t be in my senses? Or will you follow everybody else and leave me with another picture to hang on the walls of my heart? (I have put my hair into a bun, that is my thinking look.)

Poets and writers, over the period of time, seem to be galvanized with love and their words, dipped into their ‘affairs’, are pulling us into an ocean of melancholy. But at the end, it is all about who we find happiness in that ocean full of melancholy, isn’t it?!

So… can you swim?