Forever my muse….💟💌💓💗
For some wishes never comes true even if you want them to remain true.
A glaring morning was indeed a beautiful experience. I see and watch the geese and duck greeting me at the nearby park on the shores of the lake. Loved them to death, watching them eat was the best thing I could be doing on this day. Every day there is a different food for my dear pooches with wings, but today they got wild oats. Ducks love it apart from duckweed that they feast on. The only primary motivation for ducks to get to water apart from catching frog babies and quite enormous fishes. Rachel and I had a special thing today, It is this time of the year that we got married. The air is light and supple. It’s a soothing blow glowing my skin as opposed to drying it. I did not apply the black colored moisturizer Rachel gave me. I want to but always forget. Felt like I was darkening my face.
I willfully took an off today, love to take an off day when everything preceding to that is legitimate. Oh! I forgot to take a bouquet, can you please wait, yes wait I will come in a little later. I need to get a bouquet for my pretty wife Rachel. The florist was smiling as if love was in the air and he could smell it. I got the most expensive rose flowers for her. Rachel always said she loved flowers, which also in multiple colors. It soothed her soul. Looking at the flowers I smiled. At the lake again the swans met me a km away. I waved a bye at them and they bent their neck and ran as if they had a target to shoot. I was enamored and in peace with things that I see, my beautiful Rachel, her eyes, breath, soft skin, gazelle-like eyes, and lofty stature. She looks like a lost princess in the wild. Unbecoming and becoming someone at all times. In ages, decades, and eons I would aspire to be with her.
Hey! You the reader, can you see that park bench, yeah that one by the side of the lake. There would always be lotuses and water lilies staring at us calling us to come and take them to gift each other. For they know our love was pure. But cannot fathom How she cried talking about her deceased father on the same bench, and that broke me from every possible angle. I became a lifeless blob of meat. From then on I promised I would never ever give Rachel any sort of sorrow in her life. I will be that glitter of hope in her life that lends her shining armor, to protect her from all woes and tragedies. I will be her enchanting gaze and forever glistening hands.
Thank God, I reached, I know you thought I would ramble for 30 minutes about my Rachel. Don’t worry come with me let us both surprise her. While I ring the bell you wait. She is coming, it takes some time for her to come from bed, it was late though, but you wouldn’t believe Rachel has a non-subduing heart. To power it, she has to sleep till noon. Oh, my bad, let me use my keys, it has been easy to unlock. I see some clothes lying around. That’s odd Rachel never keeps her clothes on the ground. She is so organized she organizes her desk 100 times a day. I went upstairs she was not there either.
A lady came to my door! She was looking at me with watery eyes. As if the last tear in her eyes was too subtle to drop. But it did, Suddenly, I remembered my mother. Oh, Ma! you here! Hey, guys meet Ma, she is a wonderful lady who makes the best Mac and cheese. She uses extra spices to flavor it, I love you Ma! I kissed her gently. We came to Dr. Jain’s house. Dr. Jain was my Mom’s doctor she goes there for her back pain, I also was a bit surprised about Dr Sethi not being her doctor anymore. Truth be told he was an irritable old chap. Bewildered, I asked Ma, we came here but what about Rachel? She looked at me smiled and said, “She went to her mother’s home.” Dr. Jain before treating my mother usually gives me treats I went down to his checkup room. For strange reasons, Ma takes so much time with her medicine that I feel lazy and always sleep. Dr. Jain actually cares about me amidst the treatment he comes and maintains the temperature and lower or increases the AC for my comfort. But this time, I had to know about Rachel. She has not been home for 2 days now. Hence, I sneaked my phone under the couch while pressing the record.
See, I told you I always have the best sleep at Dr Jain’s, I came home at 5 and Rachel’s still not there. Now let's hear the recording……………………………………….
“Hye Mrs Sharma How is he doing today?”
“He is fine, Today he is a little bit under the weather. It's his anniversary.”
“Mrs Sharma please do not cry, does he know yet?”
“No!”
“Are you sure he does not know about the past?”
“Doesn’t he use the internet?”
“I have given him a network connection with no data pack on his phone.”
“I talked with Dr. Sethi, He told me about his case while we first started to engage. I wanted to look at your Son’s brain scans to call you and check his case.”
“Does he have hearing problems?”
“Yes, he lost his ability to hear after the incident.”
“Mrs Sharma, please do not cry we both need to devise a plan to help your son.”
“Hmmm…”
“What happened actually.”
“They both were coming to visit us by road. While crossing an intersection, a big truck hit their car and ran past them. His wife Rachel died at the very minute this happened. My son as people say just sat there staring at her body. After 2 days he cried his heart out, then after a week he started having this issue.”
“You mean the symptoms of Schizophrenia.”
“Later we also came to know about his hearing issue.”
“Okay, Mrs. Sharma, Can you bring your son for therapy regularly? Your son’s situation seems a tad bit serious, he is not accepting that Rachel has died. Meanwhile please continue, with the medicines Dr Sethi gives.”
I told you, I always try to find out why my recording always gets corrupted. I cannot hear any of it. You know Rachel likes poems. I write every night for her. Today, you are here, hence you can sit back as I will write and recite for you.
“You are my pristine breath, Rachel, I thought I would never find love.
As an offbeat guy, deceivingly strange and a bit fanatic with work.
You came in and touched my deepening chords.
My heart fluttered, opened up, musings got created,
You came, I laughed and in a jolly mood, I saw you,
Not you the being within you,
Kind, pure, fresh, and forever divine.
I was so flabbergasted when you said you had a tough childhood,
You lend me your hand when no one would.
You took me under your wing when no one could.
Everyone raised suspicious eyebrows leaving a good job and starting our company together.
But you believed and for that I love you.
But for some reason, I cannot reach out to you, please come back.
I know I might have been a bad person, but I want to love you with all my heart again.
Completely, entirely and utterly, I want to start a family,
Cosmic Prompts
It's 1st May already here in India, and I wanted to chime in and announce the prompt we are going to have for May. I hope all of you are good doing well and fine. This time the May edition of Cosmic Prompt has no rules. Just write whatever you want whenever you want until the month of May within the stretch of the topic, but write about someone you love and just cannot resist living without them. It can be poetry/prose whatever suits you. Love has no bounds and I cannot trap you with rules, boundaries, or boxes. So spill your heart for the topic is, “Why does my muse linger on my memory?”
Want to add a gratuitous note as well for all the participants of last month’s prompt. I will drop in a piece, summarizing my experience reading them. The level of emotional awakening I have had reading it is unparalleled. Will link the piece down.
Tagging a few of my friends to spread the word but the prompt is for all. Anyone inspired reading this, I would like you to chime in and participate in this.
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April’s Prompt Submissions
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