Irrevocable, silenced heart: numbed senses
Silence: tangible,
unencumbered,
languid, lazy
stillness.
Awash with
mellow sunshine,
swathed, draped
in iridescent light.
Moments
froze, melted in turn,
vanishing as they
were touched,
by a
frivolous smirk.
Snatched forever,
or just suspended
hidden from
time, sublime…
Silence, complete silence tore through the
room, as he tried to make sense of the entire day, surrounded as he sat lost in
thought, amidst a boisterous group of friends. It had been a while since they
had met. More than two decades perhaps, but it all seemed the same.
Flirtatious and nervous
laughter floated around; unfettered banter and a bonhomie that only came with
time seemed to be the hallmark of the day, rather evening. He tried to shake
himself out of the stupor, the strange helplessness he felt; there, yet not there.
He listened assiduously to the
continuous chatter of a ravishingly beautiful woman, whose radiance seemed to
fill the room with subtle playfulness. Tried he did to concentrate, but failed
miserably. She continued her volley of words, happily presuming that for a
change there was a man listening without interrupting. He could feel the eyes
of everyone on them, a tad dipped and dripping with envy. He didn't remember her at all.
He was, however, gone, had been for
a while; caught in the quagmire of thoughts; thoughts only of one.
He
gesticulated to the stunner, politely begging he be excused for a minute, unable
to speak and almost tottered to the window. He couldn’t breathe, his heart felt
it would burst; he clutched the drapes and stood a minute as he gasped, gulping
in air quickly.
No one had seen him move
across the room, almost floundering through the oblivious and raucous crowd. He
stood rooted to the spot a while and suddenly felt the blood coursing through
his veins profusely, a feather touch, a lingering fragrance, he followed the heavily
scented air and stepped out on to the patio, looked around, nothing moved, nothing stirred, enveloped by silence he felt complete, he inhaled the familiarly
soft perfume and felt his hand being lightly tugged…she was there with him, he
knew, she was his, he knew, she was around somewhere, he knew…he smiled immersed
in silence.
Swerving sharply, as he felt a
tender touch on his shoulder, he saw the silhouette of the beauteous belle now
engaged in deep conversation with another attentive listener and felt relaxed,
that he wasn’t in the room anymore.
He
walked to his car revving up the engine and drove off into the silence, where
he knew she was waiting, for the soft breeze that had just touched his brow a
few moments ago was sent his way with love from another shore…he hummed softly
as he headed to his silent abode.
©Copyright Suverchala Kashyap
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