One Year

Of pain, immense pleasure, pressure, stress, love, hatred, hope, disappointment. All of it. We have seen, lived and relived every moment of it with the same passion that we had one year ago. I would love to say "Another day, Another year" but somehow, this time I lack conviction to be nonchalant. It was not another year and for all the years to come, it would never be just another year.
Seldom does God patch the errors in his creation. When he does, he does out of sheer luck. We call it providence, fate, luck or mere coincidence. But sometimes we tend to hope that some coincidences do happen and some happen only once. Weird. Man denies any control over destiny, but realises his urge to dictate it. Avoiding digression, this birthday would not be the same. It would redefine life, meaning, living and a lot of other fundamentals that I have probably erred about in my life.
This post is not to elaborate an artistic endeavor, nor an attempt to escape depression. It is a mere celebration of life, my life.
I started off with a We, really is there a we, is it us? or is it me or her only. Two identities coalesced into a union. We, does not define collective anymore, it relates a dichotomy that probably does not exist with me anymore. But for sake of a non philosophical undertone,
We have seen it all....

I have proposed to her many a time. I think it has reached some kind of a folk lore status. But strangely, I never get bored of saying it.
Every morning wakes me up with the hope that I love her enough
Every night rests me with a longing for her
I live between these events because I have my chance to love her then.

Sometimes...existence loses identity by will, call it love, inebriation, dope, or plain stupor. It overwhelms sense.
I have survived the feeling for an year and it still does not cease to enthrall me.

I love you

Cremation

He stood to watch the spectacle
Of light and darkness alike
Where darkness reigns supreme
Anointed by blazing light

His eyes wet with the mist
Of cold and hot at once
When cold was burnt in heat
And colder it became

His limbs left him
Passivity in action
When the passive was ablaze with vitality
The virulent was a stone

A moist in his throat
A lump of past and present
A dry mouth
A taste of future to come

Streaks across his face
Remnants of an emotion
An emotion that made his heart
Vestiges of damnation

A wind that ruffled his hair
A familiar sensation
A memory that was born
Born out of salvation

Time that stood again
To bow to his aching soul
A tear that was struck
Bereft of a companion

A limbo his being held in
Of death and life alike
When death was being burnt alive
And life was left to bide