Up until a few days ago, gifts were confined to birthdays and weddings and I had a limited range of gifting capabilities. I held back my own imagination when it came to gifts because the amount of effort each gift warranted far exceeded the time I could budget.
But times are a-changing and so has the situation changed. I now ask people what they would like for their gift. I also find it easy picking out items from a catalog that people have shared. It all worked fine until my better half told me in no uncertain terms what she'd like as a birthday gift for this year. She wanted to read my writings and despite my attempts at trivialising these rhapsodies, she convinced me to write a piece for her eyes only. So here I am pouring my heart out in my attempt to put to words things that I've felt and all the things I wish I'd not left unsaid.
First off, happy birthday to you, mon amour. I wish you all the very best and all the happiness.
You are half a world away and I've not seen you for a hundred days but when I close my eyes I can remember your smile as if you were standing right in front of me. I can feel a tingle run up my spine when I remember how it feels to kiss you every morning. But what I love to remember is the way your eyes sparkle every morning after you wake up, as if they can behold a clever joke the universe is playing. Its sparkle lights up my day. Its dark here and I wish you were here.
You are still half a world away and I've not seen you for a hundred days but I can feel your presence in every half-heard song on the radio or the steady patter of the raindrops as I spend this Sunday. Even the playful sun peeking out of the clouds remind me of how you peep out from behind the curtain of your hair to flash a playful smile that can brighten any room no matter how lit it was before. Its dark here and I wish you were here.
You are still half a world away and I've not seen you for a hundred days but I never feel alone because I feel your presence, just out of reach but never too far away. In the world of light and dark, there must be a time and place where our shadows still talk to each other and perhaps dance in the moonlight while we sleep. Its dark here and I wish you were here.
Lord Byron put into immortal words that je ne sais quoi which you emulate in an eternal grace,
"She walks in beauty, like the night, Of cloudless climes and starry skies;
And all that’s best of dark and bright, Meet in her aspect and her eyes; Thus mellowed to that tender light, Which heaven to gaudy day denies."
As today draws to a close, soon it will be another day that has passed me by without you next to me, my eyes fill my vision with an ethereal form of the woman who stole my heart away on a cloudless night while we stood under the stars. That she still holds my heart hostage is a source of unadulterated joy to me for she has given unto me her own heart in exchange and I wish to care for it my whole life for it holds the nectar that gives life to even the dullest of moments and places. It is still dark and I wish you were here.
I learned to live a life expecting the mundane in the humdrum of a corporate rat race but in a moment of good fortune you materialised out of nowhere and you shone bright. A bright light that constantly drew me towards it. To me, it represents an orgastic future that I will forever run towards. It represents what I where I wish to be and if I have to run further each day I shall gladly do so. It is still dark and I wish you were here.
Now I may no longer look like the crazy-eyed youth you met in a waistcoat, but I wish and hope that the tempered craziness that I still carry in my heart will continue to dance with your craziness so that one day we may light up this world with love. With you I have learned to dance and sing, to paint and to write, to talk and to listen, and so much more, all over again. And the child inside me is happy to have met another child who loves to do these things with me.
I wish I can keep you smiling always.
Always yours
Aniruddh
But times are a-changing and so has the situation changed. I now ask people what they would like for their gift. I also find it easy picking out items from a catalog that people have shared. It all worked fine until my better half told me in no uncertain terms what she'd like as a birthday gift for this year. She wanted to read my writings and despite my attempts at trivialising these rhapsodies, she convinced me to write a piece for her eyes only. So here I am pouring my heart out in my attempt to put to words things that I've felt and all the things I wish I'd not left unsaid.
First off, happy birthday to you, mon amour. I wish you all the very best and all the happiness.
You are half a world away and I've not seen you for a hundred days but when I close my eyes I can remember your smile as if you were standing right in front of me. I can feel a tingle run up my spine when I remember how it feels to kiss you every morning. But what I love to remember is the way your eyes sparkle every morning after you wake up, as if they can behold a clever joke the universe is playing. Its sparkle lights up my day. Its dark here and I wish you were here.
You are still half a world away and I've not seen you for a hundred days but I can feel your presence in every half-heard song on the radio or the steady patter of the raindrops as I spend this Sunday. Even the playful sun peeking out of the clouds remind me of how you peep out from behind the curtain of your hair to flash a playful smile that can brighten any room no matter how lit it was before. Its dark here and I wish you were here.
You are still half a world away and I've not seen you for a hundred days but I never feel alone because I feel your presence, just out of reach but never too far away. In the world of light and dark, there must be a time and place where our shadows still talk to each other and perhaps dance in the moonlight while we sleep. Its dark here and I wish you were here.
Lord Byron put into immortal words that je ne sais quoi which you emulate in an eternal grace,
"She walks in beauty, like the night, Of cloudless climes and starry skies;
And all that’s best of dark and bright, Meet in her aspect and her eyes; Thus mellowed to that tender light, Which heaven to gaudy day denies."
As today draws to a close, soon it will be another day that has passed me by without you next to me, my eyes fill my vision with an ethereal form of the woman who stole my heart away on a cloudless night while we stood under the stars. That she still holds my heart hostage is a source of unadulterated joy to me for she has given unto me her own heart in exchange and I wish to care for it my whole life for it holds the nectar that gives life to even the dullest of moments and places. It is still dark and I wish you were here.
I learned to live a life expecting the mundane in the humdrum of a corporate rat race but in a moment of good fortune you materialised out of nowhere and you shone bright. A bright light that constantly drew me towards it. To me, it represents an orgastic future that I will forever run towards. It represents what I where I wish to be and if I have to run further each day I shall gladly do so. It is still dark and I wish you were here.
Now I may no longer look like the crazy-eyed youth you met in a waistcoat, but I wish and hope that the tempered craziness that I still carry in my heart will continue to dance with your craziness so that one day we may light up this world with love. With you I have learned to dance and sing, to paint and to write, to talk and to listen, and so much more, all over again. And the child inside me is happy to have met another child who loves to do these things with me.
I wish I can keep you smiling always.
Always yours
Aniruddh
