Lipstick stains, From last night. Or the skies drizzling. Or blame it on The roses if you like. I lost one half of my heart, While the whole of me Kept spinning. Blame it on the wine, If you please, But I felt it. A tingling beneath my feet, And you by my side. Beautiful dreams, Highway and city lights, Or blame it on the breeze That kissed your curls. I don’t lie when I say I melt every time You hold me tight, When I’ve always been A vagabond, Free in the spirit.
It was July ending. I was quite beaten down by the dreary of summer. Add to that hasty gynaecology postings and also the fact I was at that time pretty much on the verge of ending my thick and dusty relationship with my so called boyfriend at that time , which had got quite routine . Everything just bored me to death. All I did for fun was sing back to Lana del Ray in my intentionally darkened room. And then one day , getting out of my usual element I replied back to a stupid story shared by a writer on social media app. One conversation led to another, then the next thing we know we were out on the fine road to Jowai on one of my night offs, destined to God knows where. I was happy to be on the road after such a long and hectic…
It is kinda funny how it is the exact hour of 7 as i look down at my watch. Things usually don’t matchup this easy in my life.
Here i am, on a rainy evening, sitting by the breeze by my window, dodging the lightening bolts outside, looking down my phone screen. The call should have come already, it is past the time I had expected. As far as I had assumed, it should have been by 5. By my side lay my bag, filled up with as much things as I could compress in. And in my heart an anticipation of how I would be leaving. But the wait is getting on with me now.
“My anticipation for you gets deeper and deeper, with the music of each raindrop falling . “
The last time we spoke ,I felt reassured that I would have a good time…
Momentary Lapse Of Sanity 