Dusky Love

Dusk has started to strike the ambience. The streets seem so sound and serene today. Not a single human soul to be found anywhere .... I am getting highly mesmerised by this sublime setting. I strolled along the pavements, delighted by the sight of pigeons brooding over the sunshades of adjacent apartment buildings. Even in the midst of this quiescent and tranquil twilight, my mind wanders ....... off from its limits, through different rhapsodic episodes of my life. The sky is becoming increasingly sombre with dark rain clouds tinted by the owl light of dusk. I can sense a promising rain, marked by the arrival of a gentle moist breeze that damped my cheeks.

Rain! I thought ........ would be a great mood setter for this final tryst. Would this drizzling rain be able to wash off the love that once flourished under the same rain ? The gloomy clouds had no answer as always. It has turned out to be a wet windy evening today. Mind and weather is getting increasingly tempestuous, ...... Mind getting ready to confront the rendezvous to end love and Weather, to witness it. Love ....... A curse! I thought.

I reached the park where we would always meet. It was my decision, that our final meet should be held here. The park has turned into a pool of water. At a distance, I can see children playing and frolicking in rainwater. I lay down on a park bench and gazed at the sky .... and the clouds. This nature, this world .... it is truly a marvel, my thoughts drifted. Time paced forward, Mist has filled the air but she is nowhere to be seen. Where is she? I wondered. Through the murk of this rainy evening, I can see a fuzzy image of her at a distance. I can see her holding an umbrella and touching the pool of water with the tip of her toe, making an evanescent circle in a languid fashion. Without wasting another moment, I stood up and headed towards her.

We need to part our ways, I told her. Dint she hear me or is she deliberately ignoring ? It is almost impossible to read her mind from her empty face. I repeated, this time more loudly. 

She whispered, "I am much more me when I'm with you". 

I was beginning to lose my patience. "I do not love you anymore, Think of our love as a fire that had gone out. We need to part our ways ... I have a goal to achieve, a life to live, a life different from what we dreamt together. Our journey together has come to an end. Now its time for us to start afresh and tread on different paths."

"But you belong to me", she said.

"I don't belong to anyone and nobody belongs to me. I want to be free!"

"Do I not belong to you ? Am I not your woman?" She contended. "Why do you believe that you will be free only in my absence? I know you do love me. When you tell me that you don't love me anymore, I can sense a bit of halfheartedness in your face, in your words. Ask your self."

The boisterous wind was lulled for a moment .....

"I want to be free .. But ... but i also want love ..... "

"Have I not loved you enough ? Have I not made you feel complete ?" she asked.

"If you really love me, then love me without expectations, Love me without conditions. I do not wish for attachments and commitments. I fear commitments."

"If you fear commitments, then let it be so. I won't torment you with that. But please be by my side. My heart was dark and empty, you are the one that set it on fire." She said.

If cupid was here he wouldn't have to shoot his arrows to make us fall in love again. I joked. She laughed.

Man creates plans, God foils them. Thus the supposed final tryst changed to another one of the many trysts that bond us closer. The rain has strengthened  and night has arrived .... Leaving the dusky love and dusk behind. We walked through the rain, enjoying every bit of  it ........

The cupid smiles ........... 

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