Elope

Keeping off the highway, we routed the night through less known roads. Where the traffic is thin, some patches are bright, some have no lights at all. Like altering phases of distance and intimacy.

A speed just enough to keep pace with our heartbeats. Lessening human existence. Away, out of this city, into a place unbuilt.

Words spoken, taken back. Lengthening silences. Deepening sighs. The faint solace of a presence, that cares to be. Just be, at an arms length, from where I am. Touchable. Yet very far. But does that matter.

The lights get hazy as we gain speed. I pull the windows down, and feel the cold wind in my hair. To feel waves of it to float away with.

And I dont care being seen with you. This way, eloping. Running away. From everything, only closer to myself, hence closer to you. Shame has lost me. And my fears have gone gutless.

Life itself has become so scarce. And I have come to be who I am. Having abandoned all I could go back to, I have nothing to head for, either.

And I have never felt so chainless ever. This way, being driven by you. Darlin' darlin'

6 comments:

prateek mathur said...

ur way of writing makes the reader be with u in the scene...! good piece...
i would say one little thing, as a regular reader of ur blog, this new look doesn't match the mood of the writing...the older darker one suited better...just a thought!

Raj said...

Life itself has become so scarce. And I have come to be who I am. Having abandoned all I could go back to, I have nothing to head for, either.

water water everywhere not a drop to drink. water water everywhere i wish this ship would sink.

Ol' Acquaintance said...

Just another Thought.......

Don't you think that styling the elopement on a bike/MC (rather than a car) would've been more strongly appealing to the reader's faculties of love & romantic passion; Besides highlighting the obvious "amour fou" which has led the couple to take on such an impulsive decision.

Also in an Indian context using a bike as a medium for elopement sounds more grounded & fittingly realistic considering the age-group in which besotted couples have the mental enthusiasm & bodily stamina to embark on such joint ventures!!
Unless of course yours protagonists inspired by KANK are having a mid-life crisis (read affair) & are thereby on the run.

Tanvi said...

the emotions were same..
though it wasn't highway but definitely to thinner crowd
though it wasn't the car but train but the patches of distance and intimacy prevailed
though the window wasn't pulled down but pushed up but the cold wind existed

the speed just enough to keep pace with our heartbeats. Words spoken, taken back. Lengthening silences. Deepening sighs. The faint solace of a presence, that cares to be. Just be, at an arms length, from where I am. Touchable. Yet very far. But does that matter.
the emotions were same..

Surya Prakash V said...

Hmmmm. Sigh.

------------- 0 --------------

Now it is windy; now it is cold; this water like a crystal; these sands like gold. Pardon my errors; I am but a learner; and I am restless; and these moments that still my wavering attention; are the beloved hands that I hold.

--------------- 0 -------------

It's incredible, how sometimes, what is taken from you; only unleashes, the passions within.

Incredibly beautiful!

Surya Prakash V said...

Today, I am jealous; but in all my benevolence. Today I am alive; unashamed of being free.