Thursday 23 August 2012

Antique Love...

     A huge wooden  trunk with intricate carvings on it, is the first thing that comes to my mind when I think of the word antique..  But, what reminds me of the word today, is the most amazing stage to be in love.. old age!
     That wonderful sight, looking at an old pair walking through the park, hand in hand. The look they exchange. The peace of mind reflecting in their smiles.. Its so divine!
     I wish someday we realize that those long phone calls and the dozen cups of coffee didn't make memories.. it all matters today because the person mattered then!
     I wish someday we realize that companionship is not living together, under the same roof... it means being one's shadow when darkness follows.
     I wish someday we realize that love doesn't fly out of the window with lust... it is love only if it over comes lust!
     I wish someday we realize that sharing memories after all the years is much more important than making memories and having nobody to share them with!
    I wish someday... I sit by the backyard on a rocking chair, with squinted vision, wrinkled skin, salt n peppery hair, trembling fingers and a broad smile.. looking towards the sky and thanking God.. for.. my wish came true!


Cheers to all those people who hope and believe.. that one day, next to their rocking chair, there will be somebody sitting beside them!