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...