Wednesday, August 14, 2013

Flame fleeced.



History.
The one word that brings back ruthless, bold, unabashed flashbacks of you. And him. Or her. Or whoever. You must have loved, or you must have thought you loved. All of us do, all of us love the idea of falling in love. So getting back to the point; History.
We're often so sure about the concept of it being the past, that we often forget; once we see it staring at us in the present. You see that one face, and there, you find yourself thinking of what was. How you were, how this person staring back at you used to be, with you. You give yourself the liberty to feel appalled at how that face is the same, and yet nothing about it reminds you of the person it belongs to. Perhaps a crease or two more, on the forehead. Maybe some more impatience in them pair of eyes, than you remember. The lips could possibly be more dry, and the ears could seem naked because there isn't any hair sitting on them, hiding away their shapelessness.
And yet, you push your grounds by still considering that your faith on that face may be stronger than its appearance.

But as you blink a few more times and don't let the light leaks of your ridiculous faith blind you, you slowly realize that the face that once moved you so much is gone. The flame that burnt high and low, quivered on top but kept still to the wax...is gone. There's nothing that overwhelms you about that face anymore, there is nothing that makes you want to cry. The expression in your heart is smug. It wants to walk away, and carry on with the life you finally moved on with, in the absence of that face.
You feel like you're sitting on the other side of the window, and the only way you look at the other side is through an old, lace curtain. It flies around with the wind, letting you peek at the real thing once in a while, but it's hidden again, and it stays that way. And you realize, it's not hidden anymore, it's gone.

Flame fleeced. The remains of that blaze are nowhere to be seen around you, for they withered away with that side of you which became history, along with that person's departure in your life, once.

You realize, you slowly fell out of love. Because beyond a point, that face didn't love you back, and you couldn't love thin air, could you now? 

-Nil.

18 comments:

  1. Well written. :)
    The emotion of the past that pops up in the present and the realizations - Nicely penned.

    And btw thanks for dropping by my blog. That's very kind of you.
    Been busy, lately ?

    Well, anyways take care. And hope to read more of your awesome posts. Keep writing. :)

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    1. Thank you so much!

      It was nice dropping by, after a while. Yes, been terribly busy. Swamped with work.

      Yes, you take care too. Hope to see you around here, soon :)

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  2. ~sigh~

    "...you couldn't love thin air, could you now?"

    I know the empty feeling you feel here.

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    1. Hah. Let's just call it Fiction, shall we. :)

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  3. What a wonderful read! *love struck*

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  4. I wish I could tell this to all those heart broken candidates who will need to learn to grow out of love rather than let the walls crumble around and on them.

    Nice post!

    Blasphemous Aesthete

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    1. Haaah, those candidates will just have to learn it the hard way, Blasphemous!

      Thank you. :)

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  5. Ah, this reminded me of You-Know-Who. And, as I think of it, it seems so distant now.
    Well written, yet again!

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    1. Yes, I know. It's always distant, the feeling, yes.
      Thanks, love. :)

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  6. I love everything you wrote, but I thought it had a lingering sadness woven around it. As for me, after reading this I feel really glad that.. 'it's gone'. In retrospect, life had so much in store for me, that it would have been shame to continue loving thin air... :)

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    1. Lingering sadness..perhaps. I couldn't be sure, though. Sometimes the lack of care seems to look like sadness.

      I'm glad it's gone, too. I agree. It would have been a shame. :)

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  7. You write magic, my genius. You really do.
    And I can so relate to the thoughts in many way. But then the last line so very true :)

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  8. "...and you couldn't love thin air, could you now?" - That's plain beautiful! Loved, LOVED that image. That's one beautiful click. I read it and I found some sadness, trying to escape somehow - I reread it and I found hope, another chance; that it's gone. =)

    -

    It's good to be back, and read posts like THIS. Really!

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    1. Thank you so much, Arjit. That really means a lot to me :)

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  9. That was amazing .. I am sure these lines can soothe a lot of broken hearts. It makes a lot of things clear about the simple concept of falling out of love.

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    1. West Wind! Thank you. It's so good to see you here :)

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