Farewell

by Amardeep Chowdhury
As I stood in the lanai and with me she, both gazing at the twilight blue forsaken much longer back, the heavens had darkened with the descended haze and swelling darkness of obscurity. Each passing moments was shrinking the core with an unusual poignant heartache of vagueness and desolation. There was a silence everywhere and an unbearable clamor in the silence. The memoir of habituation of slumbering in the clasp of her enduring company in the embrace of her inviting arms, blithely and serenely self-surrendered and then to this moment of escalating solitude, barrenness and desolation. In absence of the waning aplomb, the dying feeling of longing and promises and the urge for vehement inseparableness, the mounting vastness in the closeness of fervor, to this moment of the approaching valediction, banished of the shield of obsession, expelled by the warmth of intimacy; abruptly threw a shivering wave of coldness and solitary pain. Time was slithering and just few couple of more minutes and she would leave me forever. Wish I could but she has to go and I can’t hold her back. She was strong as ever and I knew she won’t shade a drop of tear. I knew not how to say, “Farewell My Love.”

Then a breeze of consoling voiced through the wind of transfigure.
“You were melancholic even the previous moment in time. I was undefined to you when I emerged in your life. An uncertainty evolved around you when I was a new. But then we went along well. We went along together. We build in a trust. We carried each other in our thoughts and deeds for one year. This is the beauty of this ephemeral relationship. This is my destiny to live in time and your virtue to live with this destiny. Flung your arms de novo and you will find me again with a different appellation though. Leave my feel from one hand and grab her touch from the other. She also needs someone to know her, admire her and promenade together with.”

I looked up at the sky and tearing the nefarious midnight brunette, she arrives, climbs down the stairs with her candid and askance eyes ogled on mine, amble down with elegance and greeted by everyone with colorful glittering and illumination all over in the ambiance; yet again She is another New Year “2016”. A Year of good hope, a year of aspiration, a year of confidence, a year of good health, a year of freshness, a year of courage, a year of benevolence, a year of new milestones, a year of serenity, a year of happiness.
HAPPY NEW YEAR….Happy New Year to one and all.
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Sharmishtha Shenoy

Sharmishtha Shenoy

January 1, 2016 - 10:33 Happy New Year to you as well Amardeep
Sharmishtha Shenoy

Sharmishtha Shenoy

May 22, 2016 - 21:05 Amardeep - would you like to review a book I have written? it is called Vikram Rana Investigates and it is available in Amzon Hope you will read.
Amardeep Chowdhury

Amardeep Chowdhury

June 1, 2016 - 18:03 Hi Sharmishtha I'm slightly tide up these days but I will certainly go through it. Regards

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