Murderous glances...

If someone is murdering me...I would like this song to be played...somewhere in faraway memories. It comes back to me like a forlorn echo...like a withering Gulmohar bud in spring...like a semi-dried Sheesham tree.

Did you know that when temperature falls to sub-zero, waterfalls freeze?

While questioning...did you really believe that I was in love with you...ever...even for a moment? I think my love is like this song that I keep listening to like my life depends on it...I don't understand a word yet I understand the song...its like knowing someone inside out without even looking into their eyes once.

What kind of eyes does a murderer have...are they cold, calculating, fearsome or are they just like everyone else's eyes...like yours or mine?

When you say...I have the eyes of a murderer...aren't you afraid? What makes you believe I'll spare you...just because I am in love with you...a love you don't even have belief on? Don't trust me...not with your life...not with your heart...not with your emotions...not with your fears...smiles...sorrows...not with your laughter...poetry...silences.

I am learning the art of goodbye...be wary...someday I'll really gather enough courage to just quietly collect myself and leave without a trace...I promise it will be like I never existed...I will wipe out every memory...even the ones tattooed on the walls of your heart...the ones intertwined in your dreams...the ones dissolved in the ink you use.

Premonition...everyone who is to die young feels it...feels it with every passing moment as the grain of sand falls in a sand-clock. It's a small life...beautiful though...heartbreakingly beautiful...but then...if only...if only...