Only For You
Look at me, please just once. A glimpse is what I am willing to settle for. Yes I know, Time is one currency that is never in your wallet. But how about early morning, will you spare a few moments, please, I ask, garnering all the sweetness that I can. 'Yes will try' would have done it for now but a blunt reply almost made me go to pieces.
With a broom and dust tray I sweep myself together and with hope bring back myself together. I coo on the phone into your ears , please is it time now, can you please take a look. Your Business attire speaks full volume, your tone tells me that you are wearing a Versace tie this morning and you have no glance to spare at the mortals and their trivial demands.
Dejected but not lost, I continue to string my hope beads together. He will see it, he will like it, he will see it, he will...
The telephone ring tells me it is you, I carry the string carefully and in a honey soaked voice say "hello". I knew it you have found time atlast. Yes, I thought. No, it is not to so. You were just informing me about your late meeting. All the beads that I had so carefully strung together just scattered away without a trace!
Tie loosened, first button unbuttoned you return from your meeting, tired. Tea? Coffee? No straight dinner. Okay so there is hope. Perhaps over dinner you will ask, just once. I look Heaven wards as if I could see through the ceiling, into the clouds the abode of Gods above.
Dinner passed off as silently as roads do after midnight. With just an occasional 'want some salad', an affirmative nod, and then again the light clatter of cutlery. But no talk of glance or glimpse. I clear the table.
Bedroom scene, confrontation says all my pores of existence. Go for the jugular I thought. I cannot be walked all over like this. No way I am taking this from that too God's lesser creation -A Man! I will stand up (even though I am now tucked under a sheet) for my time, my demand, my space and above all my right, I continue thinking screaming my mind out.
A soft touch broke my chain of thoughts. You look at me and say "you write well". It was like standing under the Niagra. Every vein soothed, calm , happy, I bask in a golden glow. Atlast he read my blog and uttered the three magical words. A straight lift of three worded statement from my last piece. He could have been a bit more elaborate but that is okay, scant is the buzz word of today!
Morning still has me glowing with satisfaction. Today it is going to be a piece on him. Oh I can almost hear the words pounding on my mind slate. 'Only For You' is as mushy a title I can get I thought, while getting his breakfast ready. Oh the red tie suits you so well my eyes say. He says "why don't you start something, like writing perhaps" his gaze as innocent and calm as his exterior.
Alas, it was all an empty dream! I stare back blankly.
Sleep can do wonders and dreams can take you anywhwere, I realised as he left.
'Only For You' it is, for today.
The mush and the gooey stuff I have kept tightly bottled for just another day.
With a broom and dust tray I sweep myself together and with hope bring back myself together. I coo on the phone into your ears , please is it time now, can you please take a look. Your Business attire speaks full volume, your tone tells me that you are wearing a Versace tie this morning and you have no glance to spare at the mortals and their trivial demands.
Dejected but not lost, I continue to string my hope beads together. He will see it, he will like it, he will see it, he will...
The telephone ring tells me it is you, I carry the string carefully and in a honey soaked voice say "hello". I knew it you have found time atlast. Yes, I thought. No, it is not to so. You were just informing me about your late meeting. All the beads that I had so carefully strung together just scattered away without a trace!
Tie loosened, first button unbuttoned you return from your meeting, tired. Tea? Coffee? No straight dinner. Okay so there is hope. Perhaps over dinner you will ask, just once. I look Heaven wards as if I could see through the ceiling, into the clouds the abode of Gods above.
Dinner passed off as silently as roads do after midnight. With just an occasional 'want some salad', an affirmative nod, and then again the light clatter of cutlery. But no talk of glance or glimpse. I clear the table.
Bedroom scene, confrontation says all my pores of existence. Go for the jugular I thought. I cannot be walked all over like this. No way I am taking this from that too God's lesser creation -A Man! I will stand up (even though I am now tucked under a sheet) for my time, my demand, my space and above all my right, I continue thinking screaming my mind out.
A soft touch broke my chain of thoughts. You look at me and say "you write well". It was like standing under the Niagra. Every vein soothed, calm , happy, I bask in a golden glow. Atlast he read my blog and uttered the three magical words. A straight lift of three worded statement from my last piece. He could have been a bit more elaborate but that is okay, scant is the buzz word of today!
Morning still has me glowing with satisfaction. Today it is going to be a piece on him. Oh I can almost hear the words pounding on my mind slate. 'Only For You' is as mushy a title I can get I thought, while getting his breakfast ready. Oh the red tie suits you so well my eyes say. He says "why don't you start something, like writing perhaps" his gaze as innocent and calm as his exterior.
Alas, it was all an empty dream! I stare back blankly.
Sleep can do wonders and dreams can take you anywhwere, I realised as he left.
'Only For You' it is, for today.
The mush and the gooey stuff I have kept tightly bottled for just another day.
posted by Autumn Leaf | 12:00 PM
1 Comments:
If twenty plus years of marriage and two children later we get this, ine can just wonder what would have come out if you had taken to the keyboard earlier? Another Romeo and Juliet maybe!!
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