… (Few lines from a dairy) a big bag of sweet candies she carried with her when she visited me in Thanksgiving. We ate some together and the rest she left for me. Still her words are not altered from my memory for what she said, “Sweet heart, these are for you that I collected few candies each day from the College on thy sweet memory; each of them represents how much I have missed you; I simply loved collecting them rather than enjoyed eating.” Her smiles, the love and caring all showed how lucky I was to have a sweet heart from afar.
It was two and half months gone after Thanksgiving that I could not eat any more candy taking out of the box though I tried to have some simply because they were no more sweet for me; the giver has gone; the love and care has disappeared and that the God also did not know how it happened once she left the town. Words, world and woman could not come together to hold each other in that harmony that I always dreamed of. Rather I simply went on watching the candies in reminisce of the sweet love.
Revisited those memories, words and promises, it was a futile attempt to explore the world with a gone love. I heard nothing sweet and sweet candies made me feel sour. All days and nights I went on thinking so many why and how—cause of the rupture in those words—but I could not get any clue. Like angels, three nymphs—Mona Lisa, Helen and Padamani—visited my house today and I was glad to share those candies with them. The last candy I ate, going back to my vista of memories, recollecting those words and days, and it was really sweet, sweeter than what it was. I felt as if she just came from Pittsburgh city with more candies and love!
The dream is gone Like my troubled wisdom teeth One after another—for four times Infected, injected, ironed and removed The dream along with teeth
The world has shattered Like undocumented driver on wheels I sat on my own car and drove! On road—graveled and unraveled--towards destination
My love has malformed With much care, plan and respect Like my new car in tortuous mountain road Now existed only the torso carting away the debris
The castle has fallen; the wound is cured Yet life is infected, injected and worsen With a facetious, smart-alecky crack about do-good little rich girl The surgeon just enlarged the pain; deep effusion Resurged in my heart as vista of memories
Now I’m leading the life on wheels without teeth, without dream and without the world!
