Jun 29, 2007

An Ode To Daddy Long Legs


As I sit here on my brown and fawn colored desk, white tube lights, hushed voices, the clicking of the keyboard, sterile environment, I think of you as you give way to the unknown.

As I stare at the computer screen hour after hour trying to make sense out of these insipid contracts somewhere half the way across the country you are intent on making innumerable lists of what to take with you, what to throw away, what to keep hidden within the labyrinth of your mind forever.

As I pen my thoughts down on this torn piece of paper you are trying to fit in your whole life into a couple of suitcases and bags but alas a few tears spill over, so do a host of giggles, some sighs and a collection of dusty old dreams.

As I cross the road trying to make my way between the ugly huge bus and the swanky new Mercedes, lost in my thoughts, you are opening new doors dreaming of a blinding sunshine.

As I go about doing my mundane daily chores you finally finish packing the gamut of memories in different compartments.

As I remember every tiny detail of that long ago august evening, coffee on 100 feet road, the conversation, the music, the feel of your arms on my shoulders, the long drive, the starry sky, the midnight walk, the laughter, Romeo and Juliet, you say farewell to this life and tip toe your way to new avenues, hesitantly at first but confident with every stride.


As the rain comes pouring down cooling the parched earth, I rush outside to feel the spray of raindrops on my face and tonight I spare a single fleeting moment to think of you wondering how pensive your thoughts would be as you sit by your window watching the last misty rain which has become a mere drizzle by the time it reached your city.


As you traverse a new pathway, and hop, skip and jump down the yellow brick road I am reminded of the small boy I use to play with, and somewhere across the oceans, thousands of miles away I am biding my time to get ready for my travels hoping that I’d be able to see your footprints, hoping that sometime along this journey I’ll turn around to find you by my side….

Dedicated to one who must not be named, to one who said he'd love a dreamer, he'd love someone independent,he'd love someone who loves late night coffees and over night phone conversations,to one who'd be delighted to be woken up at 4 am in the morning by annoying messages,to one who knew the lyrics of my favourite song " Romeo & Juliet",to one who'd love traveling as much as I do,to he who'll never ever understand me...

19 comments:

Anonymous said...

I loved it. It also brought tears to my eyes. The 'He Who Must Not Be Named' must be bloody special and if he doesn't know it by now, he's also bloody lucky! I can just imagine you lost in your thoughts as you work away at your computer, completely oblivious to the world, or you crossing the road dreaming about some place far away. Daddy Long Legs is a lucky guy. Cheers

doggerel maker said...

Loveth.

Dream catcher said...

i dont know..m lost..still trying to control the urge..urge to let the swarm of those bees to stop in my mind..the noise is piercing right now...

something is moving n i need to stop..b bak..
tk

curryegg said...

Ohh... this is a lovely post. It has touched my heart and you're good in writing! Well done!

And thanks for visiting my blogs. Hope to see you again... :)

supergirlest said...

now that i'm teary...

he doesn't deserve you. not one more moment of your energy or time.

a blue eyed girl said...

wow! so beautiful.....i have a lump in my throat..lovly blog u have here, i blogrolled u! :)

utopia said...

anonymous u know me too well thats all :)

doggrel maker thankie!

dream catcher thought u'd be back? ;) what about the humdrum of the bees?

curry egg u shall hear from me again and thank you.

super girlest thanks and glad u r back in blogosphere.you seem to be going on really long sabbaticals :).

blue eyed girl :)

Ricercar said...

this was so so beautiful! but i specially loved the last part, the dedication

Dream Catcher said...

can't say about " that person" whoever he is can't b judged..even cant say he didn't deserve u or something like that..

no one ever thinks whatever it is..the void that takes over after that..
may b they are not the finest of all...greatest n truest of beings..but they are someone whom u cld kill for being with them...
but y its over..jst a flick of moment...n the glass is turned upside down...
n then a wish..wish to hold that glass firmly..wish the other hand to hold ur firm hands..

dnt knw what m blabbering now :( ha ha ..
anyways take care

Anansi said...

Loved this post.. And even if he never understands you, hope he understands how to go beyond these words.

Btw, thanks for dropping by on my blog! Love your writing...

Neo said...

sniff..its so sad yet so bful....

utopia said...

thank you everybody. these were just random thoughts really not poetry but was surprised that people could figure what i must have felt writing these broken verses :).

Rapid I Movement said...

R&J is indeed an apt song for the mood. Well written.

Rapid I Movement said...

Btw, have you seen this?
Pretty banal words, but God bless old Freddie...he said it all.

Fungus said...

LOVED the blog. Its so nice to read the work of someone who still sees the beauty in this world of ours.

Evil Spock said...

That's beautiful, especially the dedication at the end.

I also liked your Kerouac quote. On the Road, right? Reading Big Sur right now.

Thanks for stopping by and reading my nonsense.

Casablanca said...

Beautifully written. And it breaks my heart. Sigh.

utopia said...

fungus u liked my blog. thanks! why don't ya put up new posts?

evil spock maybe i never left a comment but i visited your blog quite a few times before through angry and super girlest. love the effort you guys are making about the war even if i happen to be half the way across the world. oh and yeah kerouac is one of my favourites :).

thanks casablanca :).

Anonymous said...

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