Journal- Serious and Trivial

Thursday, October 28, 2021

Togetherness

You are my want, my need, my desire, my everything,
My one addiction that I never want to give up ever,
May be time- the years, the months and the days-
Might bring about a change in this feeling for you.

But I want you to know that after all these years,
I want yours to be the shoulder where I return to
With the broken scattered pieces to be held close,
And put together with a few words of consolation.

I want yours to be the eyes that hold my bold gaze,
To give in without holding anything back from me;
I want yours to be lips that greet me in surprise
To give ecstasy when most desired without saying so.

While you and I enjoy our days of mutual togetherness,
I want your love to be the kind that stays around forever.

Happy Diwali

forget

Heathcliff

My love for Linton is like the foliage in the woods: time will change it, I'm well aware, as winter changes the trees. My love for Heathcliff resembles the eternal rocks beneath: a source of little visible delight, but necessary. Nelly, I am Heathcliff! He's always, always in my mind: not as a pleasure, any more than I am always a pleasure to myself, but as my own being. So don't talk of our separation again: it is impracticable.

When the snows fall and the cold bites hard

When the winds are rough in dark wintry nights,

He walks in the moors calling out her name,

One who loved him like the rocks underneath;

When her father brought him home one day

He was just a wild-haired gypsy child; sullen,

He loved her and rose up in life just to gain her,

While her own brother brought him up low.

He loved her more than his own dark self;

She chose not him but a wealthy gentleman;

He came back and drove her to madness

And lies buried next to her and her mate.