Failed and prolonged situations
One day we say ‘no more!’
and stop in our lives
It’s strange, how we live
between two extremes of emotions
We are moving on
We have kept moving on
I am alone at home
My partner is not at home today
You are in a mood to talk
There are such days
when you are in a mood to talk
Nothing severe, nothing that matters
“How is everything?”
You ask about my family
All are fine
All the same
I ask you the same question
Your father is recovering, you tell me
Rest of the things are tough
yet you have your chin up
You ask me to write about myself
like the old times
There is nothing new about me
but you don’t believe that
The work I am doing
is keeping me very well
I get to put on masks, dance, express
become a different person
with a different story
You ask me to write about it
You say, you are glad
“Are you happy? Peaceful?” you ask
“Of course not, you know me”
“Yes, indeed!”
You smile
“I am happy for myself
to have had so many privileges
Except, perhaps,
my masochistic mind”
“Why this adjective?” you ask
“I do let you trouble me
-through dreams, through memories,
through the heart, through the mind-
something or the other seeps in,
catches me, hurts me bad”
“I am sorry
May be you can just
pass it on to me sometime?”
“These things are invisible,
they grow inside me”
You still insist
But there is a vacuum between us
A chunk of knowledge
that is missing
There is a part of you
that I can’t see
You are there
but I cannot place you
My dear,
I am scared that time will pass
and I will forget you one day
I will forget those two days of July rain
I will forget the window
that we kept looking at the rain through
I am trying to build
this feeble house of cards,
one card of your memory at a time
and it’s falling apart
I receive a scarlet envelop in return
Reminding me of the days
when I was so unwell in your love
I could not stop crying
I could not stop
thinking about you
I used to get nauseated
until you replied to my letters
I was ready to lose
everything that I had,
I had become a little baby
Crying at one moment
and laughing at another
I waited month after month
to recover from it
I indulged too much in you
to move beyond it
And now that I have
I receive this letter
Do you want a dialogue?
I don’t know whether
it will add any definition
to our understanding
of life,
of relationships,
of each other
I don’t know
Was I grateful to you
for turning away?
For telling me
how you didn’t want us
to make any unmendable mistake?
For knowing so clearly
that I should always
have a way to return to?
I was devastated
and yes
grateful for the decision
that was ready-made
on my behalf
One night, in a dream
Your wife
yelled at me
“What is more important to you?
Me or your expression?”
“Sweetheart,”
in your letter, you say,
“I have always believed
in your courage
to make choices
and hence I stand here
with a clear mind
to assess what happened
as what happened
In trying times
it is a human weakness
to look at the past
and hope to change things”
You also say
“You are building
this house of cards
and that is the courage
that keeps you ahead of all”
You even say
“You know,
I don’t want her to lose
the only me that she has”
In my dream as well
I had replied to her what I had to
The hazy turbulence there
has misplaced my hope
I can’t see it
I stand here
with an uncertain present
And a sublimating memory.
Image Courtesy: Vartika Singh
Great work Maitra. Liked the way you have used the term ‘masochistic mind’. And also ‘what is more important to you? Me or your expression?’ Felt like the person has actually opened the mind for anyone to look in it and read…. Beautifully expressed
Fine way of telling, and fastidious piece of writing to take data regarding my presentation focus, which i am going
to deliver in college.
Thanks a lot!