A Moment with the Yesterday.

I was walking on a regular village road with widespread yellow fields on one side,

and a canal running parallel on the other side. 

And that black road extended to infinite space

where I could see no home, nothing. 

I was soon going to be somewhere,

somewhere else in the morrow. 

At least I thought that way in my sorrow.

I walked and walked and walked and guess what?

I cried my wits out when I saw I have travelled all the way to the past.

My yesterday was sitting there on the edge of the canal beside that never-ending road.

A shiver travelled my nerves and reached my head,

It was a stubborn stimulus of running hard to someday beyond this time.

But I can't help the growth of my mind.

My feet walked to him and I sat there unknowingly.

He was staring hard at the ground.

I didn't say a word because I thought I have forgiven everything and I have moved on.

But Nah.

It wasn't the truth.

It was just a lullaby for my mind and a place for my heart to breathe peace.

I sat there with grimace and fire.

All of that revisited me,

All my shattered parts knew exactly where they were placed,

and all my serene expressions were burnt in the fire.

Like I would have felt back then.

He held my cold hands and to my surprise, he was cold too.

His heavy heart was running like it was searching for water in Thar.

He was making threads in my palm from his fingers.

They were all entangled like his ideas of starting a conversation in his mind.

I was such a shabby thinker but I had a decorative and elaborated personality,

I had a lover in the countryside but this, my first butterfly effect, was bringing in a storm here.

I wanted to hold him like I have never held anyone,

not even him, ever.

Just a brace to my yesterday for letting me live a better today because when yesterday goes wrong, today somehow becomes worth living happily.

But there was this disturbance in the vibration of our souls,

He knew nothing about his whereabouts.

He didn't know why was he there but he accepted he wanted to be there once.

He said he walked off with a lot of pain in his pocket and the pain knocked him down a lot many times.

He wanted to hold my hand so he held the corner of a curtain and he stumbled breaking his knee.

He said he was unconscious before he met me.

And I looked at him like I knew we would never meet again.

Keep aside the savouring need,

I devoured all of him.

His red eyes,

His half bitten lips.

His shabby haircut and unwashed grey Tee inside which his mal-nutritioned body unlike then,

called off my temper.

I asked if he knows we have met in dreams.

And what I interpret from all this is that my road is a lengthy walk.

Also, I have experimented your sorry on my way because I was held back there stipulating reasons you didn't give.

But hey, I am sorry too and just for this dream you know, I love you.

Also, I know you loved me for those 5 minutes when our breaths dissolved.

I got up and walked off on my black road and it's not like I didn't turn around.

I did.

He faded with that constant gaze on the floor.

And both of us got up exactly then on our bed accidentally facing each other.

We felt a twitch in our heads but just like every day.

We didn't love each other in the real routine.