You gave your reasons

This is a story narrated by a girl whom I met in the train on my way back home in the summers. She basically belonged to kanpur, was studying in some college in Delhi. Unlike the typical Delhites, she was far more humble, far more sober. Once we started talking, she gave me a brief tour of her background and then told the recent incident which had left her in dilemma.

Before going to sleep after some long hours of talks, some funny, some quite serious ones, she handed me a piece of paper.

I never gave my reason but you gave yours,

you thought I broke the link, but it never was the link.

It took nearly an year to convince myself enough sure,

you may not know but it wasn`t just a blink.

You thought it was a matter of bearing some stress alone,

never realised about that soul wandering lone.

Haven`t you ever thought that you always require

a little dynamic stress to construct a firm foundation.

I always wanted this story erased from my memory

as an open-eyed dream.

But you continued it rationally,

once you started, you never stopped.

I got a little tired, a little pissed off,

in return I got some real reviews, some real advices.

Now after a six months` breach, you claim for my reason,

Is it really worth it?

When I woke up in the morning, she was gone. The train was halting at some station. Probably her statiom arrived late at night. But that piece of paper kept me wondering. Why did she gave that to me? Did I know her at some stage of my life?

The train started moving. I sat by the window seat resting my left hand over the iron railing, held the piece in the other unfolding the pages of history.

Often I talk to my heart

Often I talk to my heart, it speaks about my past

Beats when the intellect sees us walking

Together holding hands in hands;

Cries out loud each time I walk alone.

It takes me to the untamed north

With a smell of counterinsurgency in its air,

Approaching me with a blow that crushes me again and again,

Absence of wrinkles in the forehead is though very rare.

It takes me to the frozen Alps

I feel my feet embedded deep into the ice,

Often have a utopia about you staring at me from a distance,

But can’t move an inch towards you.

It takes me deep into those foggy woods

With inauspicious screams of uncharted creatures all around.

I get distracted from my original path,

Feel the deficiency of light among those long, dense trees.

It takes me right into the middle of lusty deserts

I see nothing around, but the sand making variable textures.

It often leaves me with no reason to remain alive,

But still I seek for your presence; want to die in your arms.

However sometimes it takes me right into its own core,

I see your elegant face, smiling.

So perfectly crafted, perfectly molded.

I don`t want to be out, I feel so alive.