How do you console the inconsolable?
How do you
be kind to the unkind?
How do try
to make sense in this nonsense?
How do you
forgive the unforgiving?
How do you
be insane around the sane?
How do you
make visible, the invisible?
How do speak
the unspeakable?
How do you
bring joy to the joy-less?
How do you
sieve black and white from the gray?
How?
You
see the thing about porcupines is
that, they are the most adorably lovable creature, like the utmost, but you also
see where the problem is, right? “The porcuPINES”
... The pines on their back! Baam!! Any
extreme emotional situation triggers their pines to launch.
So, what do you do? You just have to be extra
careful when you love them.
What
can I say about extra careful… let’s just put it this way, you can love them
only in a certain way and that way is the way they demand, anything and everything
out of that is, the out of syllabus portions that is useless despite the
efforts. But then comes a lot question.” are you even ready to love a
porcupine? Do you know how to love one? Is there a manual you can get or some
reference point to begin from? “
Well,
only if life was that easy. You don’t know but you see, you meet a lot of
porcupines in your life, daily, who are the most wondrous creature but have
pines. In fact, you just might be one of them. Yes! You The one with pines on
your back, and the only way you know to love is to launch these pines froth.
To be
honest there is no offence regarding the pines. The pines add definition to your
life and more over it was your choice to love a porcupine*. (*PINES Included).
You knew what you were getting in to. Now,
don’t say otherwise. Following is the biggest question of all “what is love?”
What
is love? What can I say? In simple words,” hugging the porcupine right”. Yep, that’s
what you heard, “Hugging the porcupine right”, What I’m trying to say is that, now
that you have made the choice to be with a porcupine, meaning you didn’t skip
the terms and conditions that is *, but actually read it and understood what it
meant.
Because
not all days are going to be good days. Well, somedays are going to be hard,
sad and mad too, an emotional roller coaster. You just need to know, how to love
on those days too. I would suggest the Hugging right technique... just know where
the pines are not and give them the warmest tightest hug you can. That’s it! In
my shallow heart I know it will work.
When death comes
I would like to meet her old
Not like the age but like old
friends
Sitting on a table and catching
up with life
She telling me all her stories
of time and me mine.
Mine you see are, well honestly
"plain"
Yet she, with open arms sipping
her whisky, listens
I go on and on with everything
I've got!
Eventually we arrive at now,
Having relived all my past and every what if that is not!
At now, Silence
In that silence, I sense
something
an understanding that my time is
up and her drink is over.
I smile nervously and she with
her kind eyes.. "it's time" she whispers.
Together We get up, hand in hand,
Clear my tab and leave.
Caught in turbulence
Suffocating on air
Everything around a whirlwind
The experience so intense
That words fail.
Then, it seeps,
Flowing freely from the cage of your eyes!
Tears.
I'm waiting
For a knock on the door, that's you
For that angry little stare of yours
For those long comforting hugs
I'm waiting
To listen to your mundane and fill you with mine
too
To have those meaningless heated discussions
To share my comfort food with you.
I'm waiting
To cuddle by your side
To read a book together
To borrow your shades, shirts and everything nice.
I'm waiting
For those dazzling drizzles, the thunderous storms, and the rainbows
For those lazy summers, warm winters, and spring blooms
For dancing ocean, adamant hilltops, and the imprisoned views.
I'm waiting to walk in silence with you.
I'm waiting for a love that's yet to arrive!
I'm waiting not yearning.
