"Good Morning Beautiful,
Good morning, beautiful, how was your night?
Mine was wonderful with you by my side
And when I open my eyes to see your sweet face
It's a good morning, beautiful day
I couldn't see the light, I didn't know day from night
I had no reason to care
Well, since you've came along, I can face the dawn
'Cause I know, you'll be there
Good morning, beautiful, how was your night?
Mine was wonderful with you by my side
And when I open my eyes to see your sweet face
It's a good morning, beautiful day
I never worry if it's raining outside
'Cause in here with you, girl, the sun always shines
Good morning, beautiful, how was your night?
Mine was wonderful with you by my side
And when I open my eyes to see your sweet face
It's a good morning, beautiful day
Hmm, good morning, beautiful day
Hmm, it's a beautiful day
Good morning beautiful, good morning beautiful
Good morning, what a beautiful day
Good morning beautiful, good morning beautiful”
“Good morning!” the little
lioness stretched like a petted cat under the covers; what a beautiful thing to
wake up to, what a beautiful sound to wake up to. Music seemed to gain a whole
new meaning when it came from that fountain of nectar. Goodness knew what in
that voice made it so utterly heavenly, but the smallest sounds from it was
music, and music from it, was paradise. Alaina wished she could just continue
listening to that sound, get lost in that vivid masterpiece, drown in that
profound nautical. “How is my lady love this beautiful morning?” The word lady
love seemed to find new altitudes now that it had dripped from those lucid
lips. “Mmmm I love you Agron…what a beautiful way to open my eyes…””You made my
life beautiful by just being there my sweetness, can’t I beautify even one
morning?””From when do you speak such caramel? Oh gosh, I will fall in love
with you again Rex””Rex?””Mmmm Rex, you are my Rex, my king.””Ok fine, now
enough of all this, you need to focus, it is the first day of your job remember?”
There, this man she definitely knew. Alaina rolled the glorious orbs at her
beloved beau; Agron could be such a mood killer. “Ouch, yeah, yeah right, I
will focus, I will work.””Fine, get ready, I will talk to you later again,
bye.” Agron vanished as spontaneously as he had sung her awake. Petite hands
pulled the covers closer and snuggled further into the warmth, maybe searching
for the smell of the musk and wet soil that had once assaulted her senses. It
was indeed a very beautiful day, rather to Alaina, it was the most beautiful
day of her life. She didn't know how, she didn't know when but she had
definitely found love in that bastard. The voice that had haunted her most
horrid nightmares and also soothed her out of them, the voice that had ignited
the Vesuvius and had also tranquil led it, the voice that had given voice to
the silence, had today, become her voice.
I will Wait
Leaving are you? Fine I will wait...
I was missing you so much today...but I knew chances of talking to you
were bleak
Suddenly though you contacted me yourself, sang to me; imagine my
surprise! You were making time for me?
I hoped against hope that this was not the fairy tale dream it seemed
to me
I couldn't find the courage to believe in this truth, accept it....what
if it were a dream?
Would I be able to tolerate the shock? Would I be able to accept the
disappointment?
I stopped my thought forcefully right there, let whatever's meant to
happen, happen; I will think then
Forcefully bade adieu to the beautiful pictures that had started to
form in front of my eyes
But you proved all my musings wrong, it was indeed not a dream...so
many words spoken
So many unspoken words communicated silently, but all the while I could
not bring myself to believe
And imagine when the faith came, when it was time for you to depart,
time for the old longing to return
I do not know the count of the times I have visited that ole traversed
path
Every moment every second, every day every night has seen me dwell on
the same road again and again
Sometimes in a burst of happiness, sometimes in a urge to get rid of my
chaotic thoughts, sometimes without a reason
I have reached the end many times, seen the path end, but my heart
never did accept it to be the end
It has kept a constant hope alight, more is to come; more memories are
to be formed...
Well it was not exactly wrong was it? You did come and we did walk the
same lane even if for a minimal time
Secretly creeping to my side when I was so lost in your thoughts you
surprised me
Playfully in a soft whisper into my ears that left a bright glow in my
soul you whispered, I am here
It is for this glow that I feel in your presence that I have tolerated
the undaunting torture of so many sleepless nights
If a tear did leak out of my traitor eyes, I have always catered to my
souls call, always said,
Leaving are you? Fine, I will wait.....
“Good morning sweetheart!” The
sweet waves of her mothers voice invaded the dreams of the sleeping beauty.
“Its your first day to work, come on, you will get late!” Alaina peeked at her
mother from behind her lashes. Somehow this reminded her of school days. Her
poor mother had always had a hard time kicking the sweet butt off the bedding.
Stretching like a feline, the cat hopped off the rocker. “Good morning mother,
it’s a beautiful day isn't it?” “It is darling, now, what brings such a bright
smile on your angelic face this aurora?”” Nothing mom, just was having a
beautiful dream where flowers sing and angels call; boughs fly and starts
fall.” “Wow, on with your poetry till date? Very good, now go along get ready!”
smiling at the bemused expression gracing the features the brown eyes had been
searching for years, the little figure pattered off to task.
Eating at home
and that too from mothers own hand was another story altogether. Ask anyone
round the globe; mothers always make the best chefs. Tucking into the meal, the
arid hermit flooded itself with ichors which had long gone placid. Chirping
birds were taking the specter down to those childhood days, why not enjoy them?
The good morning song that had lulled the solitary spirit into a radiant dream
still played and replayed itself in the ears, suborning with a new rich
fantasy. Life could sometimes be so perfect, so enamoring. “Stop dreaming!
Sometimes I wonder if you have grown up at all really!” “Mom, what is really
Growing up?
Even today when I trod the unused lane and notice the shadows dancing
to the breeze,
There are no lights in the alley of course;
When I see the moon light play this light and sound show, shivers still
run down my spine;
Have I really grown up?
Late some monsoon night, right after the first showers when I try
closing the window,
The moist breeze kisses my face,
The horror of all those childhood dreams, creep in together;
Have I really grown up?
When I can’t sleep and can’t find peace however hard I try to,
Snuggling into the covers I try to lose myself in their depths,
I tell myself its my mother’s lap;
Have I really grown up?
When I look up at the luminescent heavens and see the moon smiling down
at us,
Peeking from behind those coconut trees,
I still believe, it’s just a breath away; here I will stretch my hand
just a little more and touch it;
Have I really grown up?
Days pass, months pass, years have flown bye;
Age has come and taken its due and left me here to fend for mine;
The years have passed, experiences have gathered, but the soul still
cries like a babe;
Have I really grown up?
In this complicated and intricate mess of time and space,
Breaking through all its bondages and threads aren't I standing
upright?
Is the gurgling laugh missing? Can’t you still see the mischief in the
twinkling eyes?
Have I really grown up?”
The desert seemed to be filled to
the brim, though the ability to overflow seemed to have deserted it. The black
barricade seemed to hold for once; as the land turned from white to crimson,
warmth engulfed the two souls.
“Ashish, either
you are hiding the camera properly or I am finding another camera man this
moment!” Brown flints sparked with inferno. Ashish rushed over to the plantation
in question, hastily placing and replacing its boughs. Alaina was in no way
more accommodating than Agron, rather where she lacked in scathing comments,
she made up by being an utter dictator. Work had to be done exactly as she had
decreed, the correct number of boughs to cover the camera, the correct uniform
for the rose vendor. Sometimes Ashish wondered what made him work under these
two absolute menaces, but the amount of expertise even this half-trainee showed
was missing in the most prominent reporters of the day. Dictator or not, Ashish
preferred a boss who knew what he was doing or rather in this case what she was
doing. The best cameraman and techie in the network, Ahish knew very well the
bearings of one and every jugular in the ring. Ashish had been working for this
pair for all the three years they had got together, and never had he seen a
more dynamic duo. Barking out her instructions, Alaina positioned herself
opposite Ashish in the cafeteria; it had a beautiful view both of the landscape
and the work area. Within almost minutes, the minister walked in alongside the
business head as expected. Lights, camera and action began! An hour and half
later the whole shoot was done, every information was in record and every face
camera covered. Alaina felt the thrumming in her ichors; her first project, her
first report and that too this high profile a case; Agron must have explicit
faith in her. No, no what had he said? Right, know don’t have faith. He must
know her really well.
“What have you
been doing with yourself child? Went for a shoot or battle? Just look at
yourself!” Alaina’s mother stared at her darling daughter who seemed to have in
her eyes, suddenly sprouted a tail. The whole attire was covered in mud and
grime and yet the monkey looked as unruffled as a newly awoken babe. “Mom! I am
a journalist; this is a part and parcel of our daily life. Stop over-reacting.”
Alaina grinned at her mothers discomfort; during the starting months of her
job, the mince had always wondered what her mother’s reaction would be if she
saw Alaina right out of a shoot, getting the reaction first hand seemed even
better than her vivid imagination. Chucking her backpack on the floor, hands
dived into the copious pockets of her jeans; the party was on and the chief
guest deserved to know. “Bunny? You needed something?” Agron’s voice sounded
right out of the couch. “Wake up sleepy head, the project covering has already
started; I did a good part of it today and you wouldn't believe how much
information we have. It is even more than enough to start the first few prelims
with though I would recommend a little further divulgence for
confirmation.””Hold your horses; send me the clippings, I am sure you managed
to bag them. I will go through them and do the necessary. For now, focus on
your job. Your job is to cover, what to do with the coverings is none of your
business, don’t lose your focus going into matters that are nothing of your
concern.””Yeah right. Ok, I will focus.” “Fine, talk to you later love, take
care. Bye.” Agron was never a man of many words. But, whatever he said he meant
it. Well, he was right as always anyways; what was to be done with the
coverings was none of her business. Alaina stared at the handset for quite some
time before finally discarding it in favor of a fresh bath.
Alaina had
never thought she would find herself cuddling with a phone, but well, love does
strange things to even the strangest of beings. Agron for one, who would have
thought that bastard could be so romantic? The sinuous way in which his voice
danced to the tunes he hummed, the way the fountain of nectar washed over her
again and again and again; everything about him was so perfect. Every night
since he had proposed this had become almost a routine; it felt now like a
second nature to go to sleep hearing his voice ringing in her ears like the
distant bells of some forgotten temple. “You
know, I took a nerve relaxant today, Kishi took me to the doctor, was having
trouble concentrating.”As the beloved voice near sang the confession in a half
dreamy half doused voice, the listening ears seemed to be blazing aflame. The
nerve of the man to take a nerve relaxant without informing! ”I wonder what I
should do, shall I shout or soothe?” The man really irritated her beyond
measure! Why would anyone take nerve medicines just like that? No wonder he had
needed the doctor; thank the lord for Kishi, bless his soul. “Don’t soothe me,
I am not worth it, shout at me you will feel free.” Agron’s words were dragging
with the effects of the drug. “Listen to me, I will decide what you are worth,
don’t try to dictate that. I know the medicine soothes you, but I have also
known people who have been on these medicines for a long time. You have no idea
how horrid their side effects are! Why would you damage such a brilliant mind?
Do you want me to be left alone again?” A minute passed, another and another.
The silence stretched on; Agron it seemed had decided to let the flames scorch
the needed. When no more barrages seemed in the vicinity, the decorous
resonance rang through the night, “Bunny, if all goes well and time is
conducive, will you marry me?” All rationale decided to completely desert the
desert. Marry Agron? Like really belong to him? Forever? Was this the effect of
the drug? Was he in his senses at all? Was he serious? Dubieties and queries
chased through the jumbled psyche. “Bunny? Are-“”I would like this one
conversation to be in person.”Even to Alaina’s own ears, the words contained
some uncharacteristic, unascertained calm. ”So you are not sure if you will-“”I
did N-O-T say anything Agron, nor will I. I want this conversation to be in
person. There are some moments that just can’t be lived on the
phone.””Hmmm…alright. I just wanted to know if you would-“ Alaina really wanted
to shout in frustration at the insufferable man. He would always be this
know-it-all. Why in the name of the holy lord would he have to assume and
postulate ripostes? ”What are you playing at Agron? Why ask me all this over
phone?””I just wanted to know” The affray in the customarily stilly chord
conciliated the surging tornado diminutively. Heaving a momentous wheeze,
Alaina designed to soothe the frailed nerves. ”Please don’t spoil the most
important things and moments in life. You know me Rex; you know I am dying to
answer this question. You know very well what amount of restraint I have to
use!””I wonder how long you will be able to hold your barriers restrict it.”
The mischief was already back in the idolized voice. The adore mixed mischief
mixed nectar tasted so delicious to the ears that Alaina almost did lose her
restraint. May be it was just the image that danced in her mind, that dream
already formed that stopped her from blurting out the answer. “Try me, I am
damn stubborn. You have already seen the proofs first hand!””I don’t want to
try you or test you…just scared it might be too late.” “Rex, dearest, do you
not know how I feel? Please darling ease yourself. You are like a oasis to me,
a wonderer in a desert. I have searched for you, craved for you, cried for you,
prayed for you. Now, I have found you; do I know all the answers? No, but…” The
little temptress closed her eyes in frustration. Her lord knew how much she
wanted to answer that plea of love…adoration. But Alaina knew how much the poor
soul had endured, she wanted to make this moment so special for him that he
would forget every scratch, every gash from the past. But she had to give some
answer…Rex, her Rex was pining for an answer, a confirmation, a dedication.
Taking a steadying breath, the soft sweetness started to speak again…may be
asking questions, may be answering…
A step and another and yet another,
A deep breath, a look up to the luminescent heavens burning brightly;
Oh a bit too brightly to be of any ease…
The desert has been stretching out for days now, months or years even;
Time, here has little importance, it flies…so, it flies…
Sand dunes never change, the all purging heat doesn't change,
The ever present thirst doesn't change;
Every time an oasis appears, it’s just a play of the lights, a play of
the burning heavens;
Puff!! Everything goes up in the smoke that rises from the heated
earth…
The water! Please let the water stay….the thirst is such a slow
murderer;
Parching for years…straining for years…
A cool breeze brushes past; Hold on, did it seem cool? The rising smoke
in mid-noon…cool?
The parching thirst seems to do unprecedented things to the brain...
But…the sight upfront...it seemed so real, so inviting, so alluring, it
made all wandering worth it
The most beautiful oasis, making itself known…
Lush green amidst the saffron waves…wet, full of promise, full of hope,
full of life;
A turn, then one step, another and yet another…
Shall I reach my destiny after all??
Answer not known yet….hence…to be continued…”
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