Thursday, December 30, 2010

The Longest Night...

We used to talk over the cigarettes you smoked and the momo's we shared; we used to swing in lonely parks on the coldest nights and laugh at the people we could never be; we cried over the ones we loved and the past we couldn't forget. We used to murmur secrets through silent nights, that faded away into the dim lights of breaking dawn, as our eyelids drooped over the dreams behind them. We made breakfast from leftovers and as the day drew to a close, we postponed our goodbyes. We held hands when our fingers were too cold and numb, finding the warmth of our friendship suffice to ignite hidden strengths to keep promises that kept breaking our heart. We learned how to never let the other give up. We were the people who had at least one thing to fight for.. US.. but that too has faded away like those long nights we wished would never end.

You let me in when others knocked your door. You heard me out when others misunderstood. You taught me how to listen, to be patient and let things be. We walked around the city for miles and miles. We talked with parched throats that were clutched by the pain of hurt and guilt.  And when words weren't enough, you let me rest my sobbing self on your ever ready shoulder. I made mistakes, you fixed them. You said things, I forgave you.  You tried to run away, I brought you back. I got pushed away, you jumped down with me. 

We read each others' faces and finished our stories under street lamps as we revisited memoirs of time. We climbed trees when we were falling down and apart just to know that there was always a way up. We lost our way and sinned together. We lost our faith and hoped together. You lost your way, i dragged you onto mine. I stumbled over stones, and you picked me up every time.
You once said, "People always leave, places always change. No one remains the way you want them to, where you want them to, when you want them to. Look around you, with each tick the world changes and we change with it."

 Little did I know, that we were a part of everyone else. That at the end of the day, we were destined to change with this good for nothing world, that the smoke of your cigarettes, and the secrets of our nights would be the tears that I cry on the longest night without you by my side..


Vikramaditya said...

You need to get laid.
It's good, very good. But you've got to write happy stuff.

nil said...

I totally know who this is about and screw you when you label it as a fiction.

Beautiful post, nevertheless shiv :)

....and the rest, we shall talk in detail about.

Priyanka Banerjee said...

Hmmm. Fiction? Okay! :P

Very, VERY well written, I was completely engrossed in the "story". You use such beautiful expressions at times, they make me go "WOAAAH".

I love you, happy new year :)

Splatters Of Ink said...

Thank You All! =)