The myth of permanence
Who are you? Your face seemed familiar till a minute ago. Did I pass you in the street? Or were you on the train next to me? Did a whiff of your perfume touch my nose? Or your words reverberate in my memory? Did you touch me to let me know that you are? Had we made plans? Plans to sit and watch the sunset or to disappear together? Why do you feel like I know you, yet I don’t? Perhaps you were someone I once knew but no longer. Maybe you’ve become orange and I remember you to be blue. What happened? Did they bully you? Or did your own monsters get to you?
I’m scared. Scared to get caught between orange and blue because the mixture is ugly. A dirty colour. Almost unpleasant. I fondle the memory whose living counterpart is now dead. I mourn. But I shall not stand at my door to welcome the new you.
Go away! Don’t touch me with that dirty shade. I’ll never be yours.
10 comments:
Maybe you’ve become orange and I remember you to be RED.
Hahahaha....funny Ivan.
Thank You..
Why thank me Ivan?
I dont know!!!! For some unknown reason.... May be I am an alien? Who knows right? Loves RED than Orange!!! Who knows!
IVAN: Maybe you are an alien coz I tried checking out your blog and it isn't open to anybody. Which planet?
"What happened? Did they bully you? Or did your own monsters get to you?"
Maybe it was just time.
Beautifully written. I wanted to comment on this one a really long while ago.
Push: I'm glad you did. And even more flattered that you remembered.
I think we create our own monsters and pass them off as someone else's creation. The tendency to pass on the blame is so so strong in us. Maybe it was me who goofed up all the way or perhaps let my defences down or just got comfortable in the pattern of things. Change was a rude shock. The most fatal of all changes is in the human mind of another.
I couldnt agree more.
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