Mar 10, 2011

Beth I know you're lonely.

I love airports as much as I hate them.
Everytime I step into one, theres always people to look around to and see people meeting each other; new stories starting.
Makes me think about what's gonna happen if I ever leave, and how my stories gonna start but end at the same time.

The show LOST has been a huge part of me for almost 2 years now, and everything that happened on that show was because of a plane journey. Now its impossible for me to relate every single life occurence with that show.
The one I can relate to most is Kate. Confused, determined and completely over-emotional.
Yesterday I watched the one where Kate see's the black horse in the jungle and thinks its Wayne. Thats when it finally hit me. If Kate's that strong girl who follows Jack and Sawyer into the jungle everytime theres polar bears running around somewhere there, then how come she's the little girl who cries when she see's her dad after he betrayed her?

Inside all of us, theres that little girl that keeps coming back to us everytime our guilty conscience rises. Only for me, I think I only have a little girl inside of me.
I hope it stays.

This is for that girl who knows that every single person is beautiful in their own way. This is for that girl who gets up every morning to look in the mirror, smile and tell herself to live for today. This is for that girl who can't lie even if she closes her eyes hard enough to bite out the tears. This is for that girl who's heartbeat gets faster even though she isn't close to him. This is for that girl who smiles and holds her head high even when her head feels worse than a broken record. This is for that girl who still plays with torn puppets and beheaded barbie dolls. This is for that girl who runs for the wind, and not for the calories. This is for that girl who looks beyond the ocean, and finds no difference in the sea and the sky. This is for that girl inside of me, the girl who I can easily find. This is for that girl, who will always be a part of mine.

He comes home, saturated in rain.
and plugs the night lamp into its socket 
Even though he cant see or think straight,
He takes his phone out of his back pocket.

Heartbeat racing, his pulse echoes
as he dials the number he knows too well
I wonder if shes home tonight,
If she's not, I promise I won't tell.

Two rings, three rings, until he finally hears a sound
"Hello?" she says
He clamps his hand over the phone and looks in the mirror
What should I say, What should I say

Time freezes, as his eyes look into his reflection
And time stops as the clock take him back
Back to the day,
When the sun never went down.
Back to her.

School ended a really long time ago, but their parents were stuck in traffic. It would be atleast a matter of an hour. Holding nothing except a history book, her legs felt like they were going to give if she didn't sit down. Ofcourse, he was too cool to notice her. Senior year, popular as hell, the only thing he had to worry about was his hair gel running out. That was his idea of a crisis. Still, she walked. Every footstep she had to think of a way to say something, something to get his attention, something smart but not flirty, something sweet but not stupid. Her heart stopped just the second her footsteps did, because he didnt expect her to say something, he didn't move his bag. He just looked up at her, absorbing in all the make up, the tied up hair with strands hanging out everywhere, the half open bag and those enormously big brown eyes. He couldn't sum her up. Who was this girl? She stood there smiling, feeling the stress in her shoulders draining out. She couldn't smell the cigarettes in his hair, but she could see the smoke in his eyes. She knew he wouldn't move, and that she couldn't fall into another beautifully overrated trap.

So she walked away.
He zoned back in, and stared into the miror
The smoke leaked out of his eyes,
but the memory stays.

A week later, he finally called her,
and if he didn't say something now
She'd be gone, just like a handful of sand
So he smiled, and said

Sometimes words arent enough, because our emotions showcase silence best.

- Aarushi

1 comment:

  1. This is so well done. I love the way you've strung words together.