Saturday, March 10, 2007

Grave digging

You have been playing havoc on my mind lately. After all these years since we parted amicably and promised to let our mind, body, heart and soul R.I.P. You who I chose to set free over him who I loved.
You were a man of so few words and even fewer actions. He was more vociferous.You loved discreetly. He dared to love.
You stimulated, he titilated. You played on my mind, he played with the tits and tush. You let live, he was alive and spontaneous. You were conspicuous by your absence, he was overwhelming (sometimes even overbearing) with his presence. You wrote me long mesmerising letters, never mentioning those fateful words; he told me, at least twice a day and wrote them in bold in every card, note and letter.
You cared, appreciated, encouraged and understood. He loved, lusted, demanded, misunderstood. I chose him over you. A momentary lapse of reason? Or a moment's pragmatism? Still wonder, why you play havoc on my mind after all these years.

9 comments:

Lalita said...

I like your introspective pieces, Priya. This is good. Why do we choose as we choose, indeed, and why do we agonise over the choices years on? Strange are the ways of mind.

J. Alfred Prufrock said...

Interesting. You've never posted in this vein before.

Too short. More?

J.A.P.

Priya said...

Lali: We choose, invariably incorrectly, so we can agonise :)

JAP: Never done before doesn't mean I can't do it. Right, Sir? And, too much of the same may cause indigestion. So let's keep it once in a while, OK?

Sayon73 said...

I shall be saying this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence,
Two roads diverged in a wood and I
I took the one less travelled by
And that made all the difference.

Applies to practically all choices, I guess...

Priya said...

Bhuto: Perhaps...

Bonatellis06 said...

ooooooops ......

Distant said...

wow that got me!

eve's lungs said...

But is there regret ? You havent breathed that anywhere .. whatever it is , its beautiful although readers may feel a little voyeuristic peering through the half open shutters ..

Rajtilak Bhattacharjee said...

yes,we do make choices.somtimes bad sometimes good.somtimes we dont understand ourselves as to why did we make a choice.but the road not travelled always remains with us."so near yet so far".these are the words.thanks for prtraying the thoughts in such a lucid manner.